Monday, November 29, 2021

Reflections of the Eve (a Poem)

 Reflections of the Eve 

 

Pure, the echoed silence 

Forced to hold its breath 

Gently pricks my soul 

I resign to your request 

 

Touch, creating motion 

Heat moves now within 

Strong and so assuring 

Flow, caress, we bend 

 

Embrace the swollen air between us 

Let it linger through the night 

Tantalizing spirits  

Radiant as light 

 

Your kiss, my cadence 

Trails between my lips 

Your mouth an endless river 

Deep and sensuous 

 

Stay with me forever 

Day through night we live 

Devotion is your heart’s beat 

Ardor is your gift 

 

  •   Jude Stringfellow, November 29, 2021 

 

Photo Credit:  Dreams Time

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