I feel your heat
stirring
silently
between the tender folds
of sleeping and waking,
opening
to the delicate, potent
time each day when
residue of viscous dreams
coalesce the gravity of desire.
De sirée,
the French say,
of the stars,
crossed now.
Come with me,
daybreak beckons
pregnant with promise
to spill another custard rising.
Be my sun,
rise in me,
carry us down and over,
up and through
the hills of bodies,
souls salty
with ocean’s endless tide,
where I, your moon,
track the arc
lit with the ages,
our mythic stories
colliding
like stars
colluding,
busking
for radiance.
Explode my horizons
while I hold your heart
softly in moist eyes
as we enter
worlds waiting
embodying
multiplex layers,
landscapes
of fractal soul,
solid and alive,
alight in our bodies —
as celestial
as we are animal,
moving deliberately
to the unknown deep bass,
holding down the beat,
romancing the heart
of the earth.
© Melissa La Flamme
My book, What You Are For: Inciting A Revolution In Your Soul, is available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1478753250
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