Sour and Sweet
Whispering ...
"Teach me", you say
Lips pressed like butterfly wings to my ear
Straight to my heart, and in turn to my nucleus, roaring
All things unknown, dance like jesters between us
Bells jingling with mad mystery
Experience, a two-headed serpent, hissing
Naivete' charming it to stillness
The slow sway of callow tenderness
Clean, unblemished surfaces waiting for a new story
The trace of sexy phrases in carnal cursive
That exquisite story waits, breathless
For the bloom of true love and passions, pure
And it will wait longer, my sweet
For the proper miracle ...
And moonlight.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "End January 2019 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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