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Moonlights Window

by Britt Zimmerman

And she drinks him in
like red wine to ruby lips
rolling across the tongue
bringing taste buds to life

his lips so soft
she would crawl inside
and sleep there for a thousand years

and eyes she could find religion in
if she could only hold his gaze

slowly through the forests of his mind
and crawling gently down the valleys of his spine

His breath like thunder
Touch, electric
pulsing shivers upon her skin
gently roaming across shoulders

closing her eyelids
only to bring him into her
her being
her body

they reside there
two becoming one
shaking and trembling

perpetual motion
constant as the heart
beat beat beats
until they have nothing left
but breath

mélange of merging flesh
and dancing eyes
that sparkle through moonlights window


Posted on 01/15/2003
Copyright © 2023 Britt Zimmerman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/16/03 at 02:01 AM

Profound! One of your best ever Britt, and a new favorite of mine.

Posted by Mara Meade on 01/20/03 at 02:00 PM

Beautifully described...sigh....!

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 01/22/03 at 02:37 AM

awesome awesome poem, i only wish i could put it as nicely.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 02/06/03 at 06:21 AM

*smiling softly* Some moments, live forever, in our hearts and minds. Beautifly written.

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