by Kate Demeree
I want to make slow love by candle light
Beneath a canopy of stars. Ebony
Shades of passion dancing in the night.
Creamy white beads, pearls from your endless sea
Strung on silver threads draped like silk
Across my thighs. To taste the sweet
Salt taste of my tears on the milk
White skin of your body. Lay with you greet
The dawn your scent in my hair, the warmth of
The rising sun along our bodies, dim
Echo of the heat created by our love.
Feel the molten lava your essence swim
Inside of me. Forget the clock and hours
Love with you once more amid wild flowers.
Posted on 04/28/2003
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 04/30/03 at 02:36 AM|
I love sonnets. This isn't strictly iambic pentameter (if you were going for the Shakespearean form), but it works well anyway, especially with the gorgeous imagery. Well done.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/07/03 at 05:16 PM|
the sailor skims the sea for such treats and as quickly to your door and on the knob would turn.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/26/09 at 05:09 PM|
You do capture the jewels found in the dive to passion and union of bodies with earth. Red red wine upon the mind.