I close my eyes
-still see you.
We begin anew,
as visions ribbon reality.
I smell your hair,
it takes me home.
Nothing else brings
such sanctuary.
By the window, posed,
a sheet robes your body.
Robbing me
of God’s only trophy.
But your shoulder, exposed,
enticing; embrace me.
My lips partake of the offering.
This misty evening,
the moon is blue.
Each man alone
dreams of you.
Tey Saree,
nude was meant for you.
As the rest transgress
in nakedness.
Closer now,
my eyelashes paint your body.
As I press my cheek to your breast.
Your warmth is pulsing, rhythmic,
trancelike, intoxicating.
And I am caught
within the awe of you.
A touch. You spin. A swing.
My shadow your canopy.
Teasing, moonlight veils your eyes.
You’re my ballerina
gracing across the floor,
as the night sighs.
You possess us, me and the light.
The window peeks.
To the moon, I nod:
carry on, solitude.
At least you glimpsed
what the rest only dream.
As my eyes ignite
from the awe of you.
Tey Saree.
~~~
Beautifully penned, Mark. A very passionate write my friend with excellent execution. Nicely done. Happy Holidays to you and Adel. Appreciate you.
Damian
How’s you Damian? I hacked this write to death! I like it, I hate it, LOL.
But I thank you just the same. I wanted to post something… Life is a bit busier lately, yet I still always have the craving to write and/or edit something.
Del was here for ten days this time. And it’s always too short a visit.
You take care out there, and have some awesome holiday times!
This is beautiful.
Thank you Amethyste. I appreciate your kind comment. This write was a struggle, so thank you for the note of encouragement.
Happy Holidays to you!
Powerful work, my friend.
Hello Thomas!
This write has some good parts, and some clunky parts, I know. I’ve been all helter skelter with the transition of ideas reaching the written word. Yet I am sure we all have the lulls in our writes.
Have some happy holidays over on your corner of things. Then perhaps write something awesome, as you tend to do!
From the title to the stanzas within, this is a gorgeous and tender declaration Mark. No thrills, no spills – just the soft thrum of union. Rob
What a great word; Thrum.
The title/name I totally made up, because I wanted something different. It also helps me remember my writes, by giving them some unique titles. Yeah?
I appreciate the nod, Rob.
I hope you are doing very well and finding inspiration in your world. It’s there, amigo. Just grasp it.
So touching and sweet.
Hey Fia! I had to feed my page something! LOL. I beat this write to death, and unfortunately it shows some scars! Choppy stanzas and such. But I’m moving on from it. I have a pretty good idea of what to write next. I just have to apply the time and mood to it. Soon!
How’s you?!
I’m good. Frist snow of the year. Enjoying it
Dear S,
Well, you’ve still got it I see. I was riveted from start to finish as per. For me, there’s always a double story of the characters you write and the ones I superimpose over them because your writing is so alive and energetic. Wonderful write. H🌷
But I’m scrambling, H !
I’m supposed to be finalizing them into book format, but I keep editing them more! I need intervention! lol
As long as there is someone to tell me that I’m doing okay, I will keep going with this writing curse. So thank you for being that for me. I do like being engrossed in it. Don’t we all?
Tremendous imagery. You paint this scene well.
Thank you Thomas, again. I’m trying!
I love the painting with eyelashes! I might have to steal that!
Being with you is home to me.
Everything is relaxed and I was comfortable in my own skin or my bath robe. Lol
This write reminds me of our time together. 10 whole days. It went by too fast but I cherished every second.
I remember you bringing up a ballerina vibe for one of your writes. You did her justice with this. Very eloquent with just the right amount of angst. Thank you for posting this baby, gave me a smile while reading:)
Love you and sorry it took me forever to comment! It’s been a crazy month at work and off as you know.
Call ya later this evening:)
You don’t ever owe me a comment. As long as you wear my t-shirts like you do… That itself is quite a statement!
As you know, there is no specific “Tey Saree”. It’s an image from my mind wandering like it does. Which is filled by you.
I just come up with names to title them, so it doesn’t get too repetitive.
`I just had a bag of popcorn for my bedtime snack. I’m a rebel! Thats why I buy toothbrushes in bulk.
Hey, I missed you as soon as that shuttle pulled away! What a great time we had, punk!
I love you too babydoll. I’m still smitten!