ladylove,
i am a fly in your open venusteeth
attraction unquenched
until you clench mine with your innerthighs...

lolita,
bend me further into your forest
lead my tongue along your riverwaters

let me honeysuckle your lactic merigolds
drench me in your lagoon

let me lavish upon you
luscious word after lustful breath...

and i gravely lament when i ponder too long
on the distance and circumstances...

would we to find a field, outside of this
barred captivity spoken of as Time,
oh oh
the way we would surrendermelt,
into summerlimbs and gigglekisses...

someday
while we're dreaming in summer heat,
willows will appear as above travelling clouds
and from where we stand,
our heartbeats will form one...

give my lips latitude
to develop more of this latent lovemaking
create lattice artwork of our fingers and suntouched hair...

it is my bloodwarmed legacy
to scribe librettos
of abonded logic
into your lullabies.

you lure this lyricist,
my magnificent maiden,
my mandolin muse

give my lips latitude,
give them leave to feel
your symmetrical blushing roses
in shadowgardens
where only faerywings emerse light on our opensmiles...
the tall grasses will camouflage our motion
it is an ocean of emotion which drowns out our tears
and thoughts that were misplaced about the world...

there is only Us and the Neverending Song...

12/16/2002

Posted on 12/17/2002
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