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EVERYTHING WORTH KNOWING
A waning sun makes golden
The end to a spring day,
And sends forth the suddenness
Of a breeze from evening’s breath.
As it approaches, it sloughs above,
Through the trees that line the street
Where they walk, hand in hand, in love.
She stops as if she’s lost her way.
He turns and looks down at her,
Smiling, with an expression
That asks if anything’s wrong.
She lifts his hand that she holds to her face
Studying up close every detail,
Turning palm upwards and then down.
”You’re not certain I’m real.
You think I'm a dream” she hears him say.
On the contrary, her mind spins in place
To drink in the fact that she can feel
Every cell of hers in a fusion with his
At the moment of their discovery,
When they return to the flat
Where they live, and walk the five flights
To the room,
To the bed,
To undress,
To lie together,
To explore each other,
To know
Every detail very well about
Everything worth knowing.
Tongues taste and fingers stroll,
Spending long hours lazily delving
From head to toe and in between.
That anywhere, both night and day,
They'll think of each other in ev'ry way.
To daydream of the shadowy valley
Below the pelvis, as one might.
Of parted thighs that shed light
On the tender most regions,
So receptive and so very warm.
To kiss the crook of a soft inner arm,
And the sensual swirl to the shell of an ear.
Planting slow-motion kisses upon the
Archer’s bow of a collarbone,
Across the undulations of flesh
That span the hips, and upon
The navel floating midway between,
And dimples around the bend of a knee.
Taking in the aroma of one’s lover.
Where one nuzzles an armpit,
And is given shelter by an embrace
That makes time stand still until
Nothing more is left but the senses,
And the reflection of them drifting
From their tour of exploration about
Everything worth knowing.
©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
The end to a spring day,
And sends forth the suddenness
Of a breeze from evening’s breath.
As it approaches, it sloughs above,
Through the trees that line the street
Where they walk, hand in hand, in love.
She stops as if she’s lost her way.
He turns and looks down at her,
Smiling, with an expression
That asks if anything’s wrong.
She lifts his hand that she holds to her face
Studying up close every detail,
Turning palm upwards and then down.
”You’re not certain I’m real.
You think I'm a dream” she hears him say.
On the contrary, her mind spins in place
To drink in the fact that she can feel
Every cell of hers in a fusion with his
At the moment of their discovery,
When they return to the flat
Where they live, and walk the five flights
To the room,
To the bed,
To undress,
To lie together,
To explore each other,
To know
Every detail very well about
Everything worth knowing.
Tongues taste and fingers stroll,
Spending long hours lazily delving
From head to toe and in between.
That anywhere, both night and day,
They'll think of each other in ev'ry way.
To daydream of the shadowy valley
Below the pelvis, as one might.
Of parted thighs that shed light
On the tender most regions,
So receptive and so very warm.
To kiss the crook of a soft inner arm,
And the sensual swirl to the shell of an ear.
Planting slow-motion kisses upon the
Archer’s bow of a collarbone,
Across the undulations of flesh
That span the hips, and upon
The navel floating midway between,
And dimples around the bend of a knee.
Taking in the aroma of one’s lover.
Where one nuzzles an armpit,
And is given shelter by an embrace
That makes time stand still until
Nothing more is left but the senses,
And the reflection of them drifting
From their tour of exploration about
Everything worth knowing.
©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
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