No Empty Sky

In a flash
and thoughtful reflection
her entire life
melds
into a frantic inquisition;
is this what this is?
Is this then
the down side
of this bliss?

To be so bold
but not to hold
And not be truly his?

On this horizon
in the dark
in that distance
lies your spark,
no insignificant ember
throbbing heart
burning member
rolling hill
celestial park
so much more than simple girl
a wanderlust
and brand new world.

Inebriated with her liberation
Tuned into a key vibration
Emanating from her deep within
Having gone she goes again.

Touching deeply
Coral folds,
Sinking in her tender rose
Thinking if he really knows
The state he’s put her in.

Poised to take another sip
She fumbles biting teeth to lip
And coy as vines that take a building down
Wraps her legs his torso round
And sends him on an Atlas mission
To conquer her with all submission.

Those blue eyes
Are thus the ones
And only those
He swims in
The length of the pool
And in a single breath takes all her in.
Thirsting hunger eyes and charms
And takes her in his hungry arms.

This is where there’s
Down-sided bliss,
He leans her back and starts to kiss
No evening sonata on this road
Tristan and Isolde’s bode?

She slays me with these searing words
And empties all the sky of birds
So lethal is her magic potion
Her quenching gift a sweet devotion.

And fears that this is simply put,
That morrow’s tribe will pathways foot,
Are sleepless thoughts of tired eyes;
For how else resurrect the skies
When she has shut the world to sleep
Without her voice a worldless peep?

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