Sunday, June 7, 2015

Dancing Flower of Summer

Midnight storm fell upon our fossils,
a wild fire then engulfed the darkness.
I was simmering around-
my lover's lips and breasts,
silver rings on her belly button,
red and black tattoos on curves,
dancing flower of summer.
We heard an hour long symphony-
of sound, smell and shadows;
of touch, shiver and goosebumps;
of fast breath and delicate pain.
Sudden cries,
that must be her sob for my glory.
Often, perfumed hair were on my face.
The loudest noise was our happiness.
In the end, we were quiet;
perhaps, contemplating a renewed desire.