here i am
listening to medelssohn
somewhere in the room
and
the broken sound
of my own ache
i
discover the
secrets songs of the universe
as you loop
my wrists with the
pearl necklace from milan
your body
sways above me
a heavy chandelier
crystals fall on me like snowflakes
and still
you have not yet said my name
yet i hear church bells
as you arrange a satin pillow
beneath my breasts
your hair
covers my face
your stormy scent enters my pores
your breath
a summer breeze upon my face
my neck, ears
your tongue almost ...
there
and still you have not kissed me
your hands cast shadows
that dominate the color of my flesh
my nipples rise,
moist lips quiver
violins cry
and still you have not
touched me...
see ...
lover
how i writhe
how i yearn to feel your weight
my skin is caressed
with the rose you came in with
no place is sacred
i whisper your name
taste my tears love
so that you may need me
as i need you now
the rose is returned
wet
more fragrant than before
i plead for mercy
your gloved hand
covers my mouth
your eyes thisclose to mine
speak of lost sonnets
you bite my earlobe
wrap my hair around your hand
i tremble the bed
and still
you have not entered me ...
Mia
3-10
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Wow...and the longings remain unfulfilled and with much hesitation...? Vividly presented in such a poetic way!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful rendition Mia...you are gifted like all the others...:)
Keep on writing! And yes, thanks for dropping by my place...! Thanks too for your encouraging comments.
Such hesitation....wow. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletesweet amity, ...oui hesitation...
ReplyDeletehowever, she is sublimely fulfilled before dawn... i love your poem.
merci, dear sandy.
ReplyDeleteSuch longing...your words dripped with yearning and passion. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI was waiting for more...:)
ReplyDeletewonderfully written...full of passion and longing...
ReplyDelete"no place is sacred"
Wow, I need a fan . That was hot. Wonderful write with such passion. You my dear are braver then I. Well done.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
merci bonbon gale...ahhh...the longing...
ReplyDeleteO! sandra...i was afraid the poem was too long.
ReplyDeleteaayushi...pretty name...merci...
ReplyDeletecass rises...this poem was deliciously fun
ReplyDeleteto write...merci.
What powerful and sensual imagery you created here. One can certainly feel the hesitation in this piece. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteanother. enjoyable read. the poem has the discipline much like that of the master's touch.
ReplyDeletePassion mixed with hesitation is powerful!
ReplyDeletemerci, w~girl...you're so sweet.
ReplyDeleteoOo...pearl...i never thought of myself
ReplyDeletewith discipline...mmmm...merci ~
so true tumblehappy... tres powerful...
ReplyDeletelistening to medelssohn sets the pace on this one...and yes, a penetrating kiss really is everything....
ReplyDeletei listened to four classicals until
ReplyDeletemendelssohn's "song without words" melody
proved to be the perfect pace and tone
for erotic hesitation...merci pop for
noticing...
all those sweet hesitations. the pacing was perfect!
ReplyDeleteO..gabrielle...how i love your name...
ReplyDeletemerci,merci.