dream whisper

The Rise And Fall Of Breath. - Poem by dream whisper

Does this ache..remember my name?
My lips curl the syllable of her want....and words are hushed....the blood of passions wound, tastes bitter, and painted on the canvas of my mind...memories burn...the taste.... that first breath of heaven, spilled from finger traced lips, melded by that which forged me and set upon her earthen silks, I am and will be, once more, the steel in her lace...my heart weeps, into midnight's ebony.....

The calligraphy of mist, entwines my soul....born again...and bathed in a silvered incantation's weave.....seeking her nightshade eyes, I feel her presence....resting in the circle of my arms.....absorbing an inked haze, my addicted soul cannot deny, these hours of moonlight minutes.... peace, on inhaled breaths, thoughst... unraveling the poetry of body into the opium of needs....

I hang the moon against the rise and fall of her breath....taming the spiral inside my soul, her dream scented glow, swallows my dark....and the liquid heat, takes me deep...into the recesses of her muted murmers..... her slender hands, stitch the wounds that tore my heart, woven to caress...healing on this night of shadows, laced, with the softness of desire...

She feels my breath, and the languid flow of my tears....hope fills me, so close to shatter, catching the air escaping from quivering lips......begging the ease of ache....wrapping heaven around her, in a tangle of limbs, pulsing the throb of thrusting memories....as my body finds solace to arch my crave...finding wild....within her whispers of primal....

I dance, yearn...within her hands, in awe of this collide within a shroud of cobalt bliss arising.... carrying the seeds of fire, warmed in the breath of her....reaching, endlessly toward the sky...staining me in truth...burnt with amber eruptions, singing with silent screams....moistoned beneath the indigo sighs, of cloud burst....and linked, infinite in the mists of wallow.....the silhouette of destiny hovers....my fractured breath, silencing the fall of echoes....floating...past midnight.....and....

My ink spills....crimson....hot, against her skin...and she feeds me fierce, tainted with whispered words, ripped from my soul, soothing my angst....enfolding me in her smooth of tongue.....the shadowed desire of her body, a silken slide....her lashes lowered, and the amber, that flows, swirling...frenzied, a cindered heat, through veins filled with the soft of surrender, passing through the sighs of temptation....

She exhales my name, feather light....and I am tattooed tender to her velvet....while she....becomes baptised into my flesh, my ink, her satin parchment, scribing need into her soul...I find myself mute, to all but the rhythm of breath, forsaking the stars, I cradle her needs....in murmured words of dark promises...tracing her with my soul.....

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 11, 2011

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