Flashes of green...
Midnight, I’m all alone…, again…,
Listening to thunder and rain and smiling from ear to ear…
Lying naked on my bed, trying to decipher Carlos Castaneda…
Whilst the “Rémy Martin” glass, filled with “Johny Walker Black”,
Is tilted by my hand every now and then…
After re-reading the same sentence six times,
I give up on Carlos Castaneda…
I toss and I turn, I toss and I turn…
I lie still this way, I lie still that way…
All to no avail, I can’t get her out of my mind…
Flashes of green, almost translucent eyes, are looking at me,
Now they smile shyly, now they search my soul, trying to unlock its mystery…
Now they shine mischievously, now they run and hide, afraid of what they might see…
Now they are serious, now they invite me to dive in and drink deeply…
Hands, shapely, youthful, meaningful, alluring hands,
Just lying there, waiting…
Tremulously, I reach out and explore their energy…
They respond, neutrally, cautiously, inquiringly…
I feel their energy, and I loose my equilibrium,
I take one of them to my lips, and caress it with a kiss, over and over and over…
They succumb, they enjoy, I succumb, I enjoy…
I have seen and kissed a few exotic lips…
But, these lips…, Oh, my god, these lips, stir a deep primeval urge deep within my breast[let’s stop at the breast shall we?]…
They are so full, they are so sensuous,
My imagination, climbs on a moonbeam and shoots off into the velvety blackness of infinite space at the dizzying speed of thought…
Somehow I manage to make her laugh, or was it the other way around…?
Her laughter explodes like sparkling diamonds, enthralling me…
Naturally, smoothly, our lips meet…
And heaven parts, as I am transported to the nether fields…
There, a concerned Eros, applies mouth to mouth resuscitation,
In a feeble attempt to project me back to the earth plane…
However, I only go back when the aphrodisiac has worn off…
In the fervent hopes of replenishing it…
She allows me to only get to base one of “the voyage of discovery” of her lethally exquisite neck…
I bury my spirit and my hungry lips in her intoxicating nape…
Assuaging my thirst just a tad…
I spend the rest of the day imbibing and wondering where she’s really from…
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Self explanatory..., eh?
Comments (15)
Can't wait for Chapter 2.
Lovely phrases used.
I love the line laughter explodes like sparkling diamonds, evoking thoughts of laughter's music filling the night sky amidst a thousand points of light, that joins the senses of sight and sound.
love and light...
love and light...
You are so talented and gifted. I enjoy and admire your poems, especially this one. Thanks.
love and light...