I rise, and then I drop
Like dancing indicators on graphic equalizers
Waving in admiration of the marching notes
Then I rise again
Your intense breaths slice through my flesh
Like warm gold on the shivering horizons
Each blink unfolds a new slide grunting,
Panting and unyielding
My capricious desires trapped in your grace
So you dip, then you slide
Like the commanding hands of a conductor
Leading her orchestra in surprising symphony
Then you dip again
Your waist spins my world inside a cocoon
Protecting her pupa like an insect
The way your slick fingers tattoo my skin
And sculpt memories like Polaroid cameras
Generates yet again a brand new season
Rapadoo,
I like the flow of these verses, very nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you! It was inspired by Jantar, a great poet.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of my better poems. It's extremely graphic, sensual and sexual, but in a clean way. It seems G-rated but when you read it slowly, you notice your breath elevating living the moment. Take a read and tell me I'm lying. lol!
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