Gossamer gowns and homespun shirts
Clasps loosed and buttons undone
Each slipper slid beneath
The cannonball bed
To join the Sugarloafers already there
Down filled duvet
Soft pillows for their head
Fingers and lips touch at end of day
Whispers and laughter
Promises unsaid
His tongue traces the journey
From ivory throat
To soft rose of nipple
And beyond, made smooth
In daily ritual prepared
Sharp intake of breath
Tremors soft ripples of desire
Breath hot as a desert breeze
A prayer offered up for a wish fulfilled
Warm release at the touch of his lips
The games they play
Lingering exploration
No hands allowed
He finds her rising
To his fevered pace
Hard calloused hands caress silken skin
Soft fingertips with nails painted crimson
Raking skin in a moment of passion
Smooth meets smooth in a liquid explosion
Crashing like thunder in the heat of the night
Dreams and memories of nights long gone by
Evolve in a metamorphosis of tangled sheets and tawny locks
Into a reality unexpected often thought lost
Prayers offered on the night wind
To ease the pain filled void
Every day brought a memory
Each thought a moment
Shared years ago with a love pure and gentle
Not a moment was lost year to year
Not a memory tainted by a pain to big to bear
Lifetimes spent and forgotten
Come again in passion relived
Grocery isles and church pews
Fertile ground for the moments yet lived
Eyes meet, fingers touch and the dance begins anew
Cotton gowns and Irish lace
French braid and tangled tresses
Adidas and Aigner
Hypnotic blue eyes
Hiding behind smoked glass
Years of wondering what if..
Tears shed for time lost to one mistake
Words carried on air
Brought hope to a lifeless heart
Years of hopelessness erased
Levis and silk shirts
Penny loafers and boots
Aramis and smoke
Soft eyes still sparkling
When he looks at my face
She holds the key
That unlocks his heart
A touch, a smile
Never lost, but somehow out of focus
In the years that dulled the senses
She comes to him with halting steps
Unsure if he remembers
Unsure if he cares
Eyes on eyes
Fingers touch
He looks to see her soul
Reflected in the depth found
In crystal glances
Made soft with tears
Just barely restrained
He waited by the roadside
Watching for her approach
She stopped to primp
Hoping the years could be erased
They all fell away at first sight
Time stood still in that warm spring night
The years fell away the moment we touched
Tears of relief, prayers all answered
Each looked at the other
Seeing only the love lost now found
Tentative embrace
Her head on his shoulder
His breath catches
A single tear to moisten his cheek
And the dance once interrupted
Continues
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem