Glimpses

Nano flickering
undulations
of unsuppressed breathing....
eyes close,
and whispers..

Cosmic
bullwhip metaphors
make for flirtations
with stars and sheets....

Yes, this small distance
from shadowed to smoldering
holds the elements at bay,
the electrons in their cues.....

To hear your voice,
to touch your lips,
to feel your thighs,
to penetrate your fortress,
to express the elemental
to lie in life unmotioning
without a pretense
in the world

This is a dream
that needs its needs met.

And I can only sleep
and fix upon
the pole star
in the spinning
pinprick night.

runningturtle87

Inspired by the writings of LadyP