Her tiny breasts, dancers curved back
Silver earrings, steel grey hair, wet black eyes
We talk around, our varied folded desires
Hers may be, driving home in dusty truck to
A brown man who works with his hands
He can lift her and they dance at dusk, beneath solstice blossom
She feels she’s come a long way, her reedy soul throbs
Through back roads with weary curves, street lights illuminating her angular shape
And my desire is a velvet flame, like slow monarch flutters, trying to keep pace with winged migration
She is the swelling of a slow breathing, southern land
Shimmering in undulate mountains
Emptied of life, save thin cayote, sharp against moon
I am low to earth, crawling toward her wrist
Breathing the pulse of a woman, her careful sensuality
Turning in darkness, multilayered
Impossible to tame
Absolutely superb, visual, and captivating! I so love this!!
“She is the swelling of a slow breathing”
AND
“I am low to earth, crawling toward her wrist
Breathing the pulse of a woman, her careful sensuality
Turning in darkness, multilayered
Impossible to tame”
This is poetry at its poignant and best.
a definite thread just powerfully running
From image to
Image and voice too
Sheldon
Incredible piece of writing.. I have such a crush on your poetry brain 🙂
MMMMMM – delicious, this taste of crush – sweet tart honey thick and intoxicating like 100 proof Southern Comfort sipped and savored
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – A crush is special state of being.
Gorgeous, evocative images! ❤️
Superbly erotic
Deliciously sensuous
Brilliant!
Very fucking hot!
Thank you!
Are crushes meant to be crushed?
The question!