To all but I
this thickly guarded auburn sky
muted by restless wing
shocking in tight formation
this wonder of unseen & witnessed
edging crimson filigree against invading night
I am wrought in your divining spell
one word & we molt
episodes of grief shedding their fur coats
at our warm door way
how you haunt the periphery
of day, glossed over by time’s measured fold
it does nothing but stick firm &
intractable, a welt of bleating remembrance
turning up at the edges
you reduce me to ash
& I go to bed alone
touching the gloaming dark
with my hot fingertips like braille
reader might
possess the inveigling of
pure understanding.
I need your touch like
wood resists flame & then hungry
she tears herself nude of life
& burns for the glory &
actuating sate. I want
your red mouth fevered, tongues
pushing inward, little fearing
& pain between my legs at
the exquisite wait you
torment me with as mercy
strokes me laughing, relishing in your
cruel game.
Such redress of norms
lose their ravishing clothes
dropping like forgotten prayer
& mislaid intentions
pretty jewels in ravens beak
my passioned abandon is found
against the long relief of your arms
supporting
us both in strength &
urge — Oh! What
infinite color you make beneath
me, one cheek turned rosy, the
other lost in cry & what dissolving
hour passes over us, conjoined
by similarity & difference
your dark eyes watching my
gilded reaching til cresting on
thundering waves we reunite
sore from our shout &
the varied cascade of joy
shining bright as youth’s
best cherry
heavy on Summer’s
day. It is this vapor of
your presence, indented in
my heart, sweet with redolence
& her sisters of undressed moments
crashing to shore, urging me
closer, losing myself readied to your
invite & the warm supper
we feast upon, as others will
find remedy in owning the world
& all her riches, we have discovered
in each other the best place
to live & die.
To all but I
this sonorous song resting on
rushing humid air shall chase your
fleeing gathered form till reunited
again, alchemy beneath
beating heart-blood
of two
told souls
with nothing
but all
to lose in
the other.
TheFeatheredSleep 
Desire seems too small a word for the passion painted here, so strong and pure.
Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep – Boundaries dissolving in pure desire
“Exquisite wait for you” oh yes… exquisite indeed
Stunning imagery. Intense feeling. Loved it!
I feel to be a voyeur reading your words, yet in a loving way – je vois tout …
Do you know this WP site? http://shemovesme.wordpress.com/. I am pretty sure you will like her writing even feel her as a kindred soul.
Thank you for this suggestion I do like her work very much and am now following her. I appreciate you Ben xo
Thank you dearest P you are so far from a voyeur but if you were, I’d be glad for you either way as I always am. As I ALWAYS am.
Dear Antony thank you so very, very much I am exceedingly glad to hear this and very grateful to you
Thank you dearling thank you so much
Ah so true and thank you dearest Bob for your reblog xo
Tee hee 😉
🙂
Thanks, and you’re welcome
She hasn’t posted for quite a while but as you can see her site is still up and has a lot of her older work available. 🙂
❤️