Monday, September 1, 2014

Hammock

I crave your touch, your tongue, your hair
Silent and starving, I drown in your oceanic blue eyes
Pausing under the protection of your canopy of lashes

The metronome of beats from your chest
Move the blood through my emptiness
I am sustained with the sway of movement as one

Sunbeams tease as they come and go
Shadows and light dancing
Apprehension hanging in the hammock
Expanding it's limits

The sovereign nose of your arrogant body
Asserting your strength as you lead me
Down a treacherous path
To this place I've never been before.