a moment, captured
Written by Candy Tothill on February 4, 2008 – 5:53 pm -Since my poet always gets what he asks for, here is the piece he alluded to this morning:
Parting my lips
And the dark remembers you,
anticipates you
like a journey into morning.
The taste of your words
is warm like honey
parting my lips.
Nothing but a name
between us.
Your heat trembles
on my skin and you
ripen into me.
I can taste your music
in the heat, surrender
to your throbbing
meadow. I kiss your memory,
lick the fragrance off
your smile and wear your desire.
Your water is mine alone
and I feed on your soul.
It enters me with passionate
abandon that I swallow
like a world within a world.
Tags: candy, love, Poetry
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February 4th, 2008 at 6:06 pm
I always get what I ask for? Really? I have to make a list!
It is lovely, my love, a romantic and erotic masterpiece and I am humbled by it and you.
February 4th, 2008 at 6:09 pm
Good Lord! You’re a speed demon! How did you read it and comment so fast? That settles it. You are a machine.
(Yes, you a l w a y s get what you ask for.)
February 4th, 2008 at 6:14 pm
Okay, all I want is you.
And world peace.
(the sound of gears racheting up)
And the same goes for you, all I have, all there is, all I can do, is in your name.