PRAISE

(a Jade-Pandora & Hepcat61 collaboration)  
 
I cannot avert my eyes while  
In praise of yours, striving  
Towards the clearness of your being,  
 
Across who's face dances the  
Blood red wine flames of life  
On its skin of gold leaf.  
 
My breath bellows it into  
Sunsets of a citrus palette,  
Brushing all forms free of stain,  
 
Against which the melodious riot of  
Existence peals its flute notes  
Without leaving our presence.  
 
In your revels, the very rawness  
Of this living tempest’s gale,  
Your waves breaking me like rocks.  
 
If you could once behold  
Your regally perfected carnal form,  
Would you know my hunger?  
 
Reach out and take my tribute,  
Subjugate my powers to your prophesy.  
Unveil your secreted folded scroll,  
 
With my stylus, scribe my name.  
An acolyte: standing, prostrated or kneeling,  
Let me shower you with praise.    
 
 
This poem is entered in the DUP competition "erotic collaboration"