It always comes up in a gentle brush of the eye on a naked curve, Wordless moan escapes just under an almost-held breath, Eyes unable to pull away from a figure-trace of helpless instinct, Undeniable urge does things beyond control, Warm center arises in peach pink and wine-rose fire, All coo-voice and touch, Dream-hands trade in tender touches naughty-sweet, Every curve and angle join in meeting beyond minds, Consciousness along for a steam-ride of husky breath, Climbing rising kissing stroking caressing tasting, An inherent urge to trade pleasings ancient-new, Taste of earlobe and neck, Perfect shapes fill the hands ultimate cupping need and want, Raw vulnerability and innate talent paint breathless desire, Imminence flings you, Awake aching angry and alone.
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 02/12/2011
Rembrandt...Sleeping poem #6
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe. Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls. Loving words can work miracles. --------------------------------------- All of my published poetry is at: www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
AquarianM: I'm so thankful for this quiet place full of solitude - and one of the best archives of my poems left online. Thank you, Rachelle for bringing me here back when you did.
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PoetOfSerendipity: LOL.. good! Seems I am most motivated to write when I'm feeling tortured.. and the past year has been great.
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