Monday, May 4, 2009

Breathless

pulse--

steady...


upon my bed

her rose in bloom


and what do you do with a 

rose?


you...

inhale...

marvel at it’s 

many folds...

gently brush your lips against it

teasingly...

teasingly...


pulse--

racing...


upon my bed

her fountain awaits


and how do you drink from

a fountain?


lips placed gently inside...

to taste god’s sweet nectar

with

quivering tongue


slowly...

slowly...


pulse--

frantic...


upon my bed

her river overflows


and how do you ride

a river?


enter ever so gently...

stroke where the currents

flow...


deeper...

deeper...


pulse--

explodes...