TANGLED IN THE SILK OF YOUR SUBSTANCE
Where are you now my darling one?
It is hard not getting my daily fix of you
That passionate dose of kiss and caress
Full of addictions and cravings that haunt me
From moment to minute onward thru hours
I wish and I want my cup overflowing
Where are you now so I might indulge
In your most delicate play, your intricate ways
Or may we lay into the hard push of pleasure?
The surge of our lusty seas rushing and rolling
Kisses to catch and release our swimming lips
So why do moon tides pull and push you away?
What do you fear and why do you hide away?
Am I a roaming marauder of your helpless affections
Or is that you teasing and taunting me onward?
Are you in the guise of Jezebel or in a mask of Juliet?
For I find you a much more tantalizing twist
Forever tangled in the silk of your substance
Where are you now my honey sweet?
Do pillows hold your head and your dreaming?
Where are you now and might I be the one?
Might we press into pillows of tender interplay
As we lock into passionate primal positions
My limbs tangled in the silk of your substance
Where are you now my darling one?
Surrender your lips to your pant and your promise
Your hazel eyes have implanted a fertile muse
So paint me in your hues of sunset and rise
Alone on my sea of night with eyes full of moon
I dream of the wondrous weave of your body
In my mind I am tangled in the silk of your substance
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Comments: 25
Whew..........very nice and so sensual!
The language is contemporary, but warm, voluble, and prone in the most delightful way to instantly launch into inspired figurations—"alone on my sea of night eyes full of moon"—that recall great romantic and symbolist poetry from the past.
This is a playful interrogation of so many of the postures, attitudes, semblance play, and rapturous ludic interchanges that occur between lover and beloved as they merge and flow apart.
Mind cannot separate from body's recall of the other, sentience seeks its somatic counterpart in imagined re-envisioning of the 'qualia' or "silk of your substance" of the "fertile muse" implanged.
Fecund, witty, ravishing poem, Richard.
Thanks for sharing!
with the substance of your sensual poetry.