Collaboration

(sestina)  
formule poésie érotique 10/30
 
Exhale in whispered poet dreams.  
How can mere breaths betray such want?  
With softest speech you take these in,  
My structured, hard-form poems.  
The sheets where we become as one,  
Such subtle scapes conveying home.      
 
Our verses mold like evening’s home
Enfolding all. Our love like dreams,
You tease me still. Withholding one,
My whispers cling to your shared want.
Our mouths, like cyphers, shaping poems,
Our tongues seek deeper thoughts with in.
 
Engaging every line that’s in
That simple phrase, that bringing home.
Our breathing crafts the rarest poems.
We lie and drift and delve like dreams
In valley folds and high peak’s want
‘Til words like kisses find our one.
 
In forms and glyphs to find the one,
The form, the verse, the spell that’s in
Our hands, that scatters every want:
When fingers fly and lines strike home
To fill the night with hungry dreams
Where shudders stir the sheets like poems.
 
For need and love sing light from poems,
The rustled songs that raise the one.
Your soft caressing words shed dreams,  
The world’s display you’ve shown me in
The writes that draw me in your home.
Our full embrace and still we want.
 
Our filling only builds my want,
For we came here to share our poems.
We’ve found the notes that take us home,
We’ve join with mouth and tongues as one,
We’ve spread the covered sheets with in
These gates, these flows, that blend like dreams.
 
The inks, like home, that come as one,
With outward flows, the poems are in
Shared wants expressed as waking dreams.