Friday, June 25, 2010

Old Fashioned Buttery Poetry Moment

You brought me here
Caressing me with your
Knowing fingertips
Silken lips
Probing tongue
Teasing me so close
To the edge of abandon
Falling fast until
A tall white cloud
Picks us up and holds us close
As the fiery sparks we transmit
One against the other
Igniting pure friction
Turning this
Sleepy, opalescent dragon
Into a fire breathing
Arms and legs following
Bodies dancing to the beat
Of space and time
Entering Divine territory
As I call out to the Gods and Goddess
Before our trajectory
Finds a perfect galaxy
And we forget to land

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