Monday, August 9, 2010


Afternoons were made

By a lazy hand

Calling us to stop

Daytime chores

Evening is still

Far away

Gates and posts

Herald a waning day

Isis has passed over

Just as the wind plays with

Kites across the stream

Landing them on shores

Moonscapes pull at desires

Needs surface beckoning

Our spirits together

Please approach me

Quickly while I am

Relaxed in anticipation

Stretched languidly across the bed

Testing how muscles play

Under a sheen of sweat

Visualizing your hands across my hip

Waist spanned by your fingers

Xylophones play in the eaves

Your music of lust uniting

Zion to earth

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