It’s a disguise in an ebon night
as you loosen your grip
on that throwaway cloak
Stepping out, from that shadow-gown
I had hoped you’d come
dressed so conveniently
As I slide the shadow aside
and expose how brave you are
The art of undressing lost
within this riot of shredding
streamers of dark and light
I never doubted my ability
but I thought you were beyond me
Until you opened your eyes
in such a way
as pools of dusky air
Like an Autumn night flickering
hinting of your long lost warmth
underneath your superficial coolness
Standing there so collected
Yet your nerves are thrashing you
same as mine
You’re my jaguar by day
my godiva at night
Here, you atop this pale horse
My hair; Your reins
My breath; Your pace
Listen as the room changes
our inner echoes clamoring
for attention
‘Til a whisper from somewhere
suddenly less distant
It’s your voice, cautious but raspy
Yet your eyes are set on dare
for me to partake of your deep-set wishes
No longer strangers;
I build your shoulders up, as
I fashion your hair up
As my hands begin a memory of you
that I will carry like a lozenge
melting down my throat
Wintergreen
No
Butter rum
Resurrecting your flavor
inside my mouth
when I think of you
during the lulls of breaks
When even just your name
tingles upon my tongue
Practiced
while I hold you down;
It’s not to control you
It’s to steady me
As I react to what
you want of me
During this commotion
of discovery
Our sounds muffled against our skins
The coo and the growls
My lips pushing against your shoulder
as I feel you coming exposed
with each fractured gasp
As I, now hoarse, mouth your name
Multiple syllables flicking off
of my tongue
In sparks, those early ignitions
as our explosions come
Intertwined, our boneless bodies
coil like serpents sinning
as dawn unfolds a rapturous morning
Tho I am still blinded
to all that isn’t you
~
Tonight, they will tell us
indeed, there was a today
While we slept through the sun
as it sought power
from the firelit rages
that we’ve become
It called your name
Pleaded for me to let you alone
No, sun, she remains with me
under the ebony blanket
Our eyes making movie scenes
for one another
Highlighting how we shone
We are the only stars
as May’s curtain rises.
~
Beautifully penned, Mark. An excellent write full of passionate wordplay my friend. Amazing read brother. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Hello Damian. This write is a bit blotchy, and needs work! Especially the ending, it’s clunky. LOL. But the ideas and imagery are worth saving, so perhaps I will get back on it.
Thank you sir, for the supportive words! I’m trying to put in some quality stuff here, so it’s good to know when it hits, thank you.
I am a bit blown away by this. What it says without saying is incredible. There’s so much laced into this piece. When I say you set the sheets on fire here, I’ll leave it you to determine whether they’re paper or linen or what have you. There’s passion, devotion and so much else woven into this sensual masterpiece
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Hey you! Besides the clunky, abrupt, ending, it’s not a horrible write huh. LOL. I got lazy at the end, it seems like.
I do like the metaphors and subtleties in writing. I was told ages ago, to let the reader fill in their own blanks, when an author leaves those moments open for interpretation. Hopefully it works! An example being using a jaguar to describe a freckled woman, ahem.
I thank you bigtime for your comment. It encourages me to not give up on it.
Like Damian stated, it’s great wordplay, in those erotic undertones that felt classic as well as unique.
Great work sir.
I do try to think a bit out of the box when I write of certain things. It builds the allure, I think. There’s artistry in that, to me. Let them feel something without being too blatant about it. Thank you Wally. It’s much appreciated.
My favorite is the ending
Our eyes making movie scenes.
It reminds me when we are on your couch binge watching something:)
Being comfortable and cozy and kissy. lol
Sorry for the late comment babe. I’ve been so preoccupied with work and work!
I love all your stuff. I can’t wait to read one on open mic night!
There are no late comments baby. We talk all the time! LOL
And I know how busy you are. We talk all the time! Along with my whiny stuff!