Topaz shadows undulate their way past
The headboard
To whisper sultry sonnets
Across the sheets
Sheets that have been tossed, turned,
Twisted, tantalizingly torn inside out
And tugged, until they drip fluidly
Onto the rug…
Next to the four poster bed…
Dripping wet, spilling their
Contents of last night's tango
Onto the floor where they
Nearly hover in anticipation
For another round…
As the shower steams and drips drops
Onto the tile, feet ripe with expectation, antsy
To begin another stanza,
Beat out a rhythm toward the
Sultry shades of topaz
Dancing across the headboard…
(which beats a rhythm all its own)
Meanwhile,
The candle flickers,
The room smiles.
Interesting indeed. Read mine - Smoke From the Chimney - Adeline
Fantastic dance of the words ultimately trying to smile with the dawn. Done to extract the pulse with its beating trance.........Yes, beauty many times captivates the diction to mistify which is untold. Thanks for your creative passion to defend the whole dark..................................10+
Wow! What an expression! ! ! Great poem 'Cat. Enjoed it much!
nothing like the morning elation of love..and the magic of dawn...
What I like here is the way you look at sexuality, a very diffcult subject to work on with style, so I think you did very well here, good write.
Great stuff. A beautiful poem. Whatever turns you on, Cat, to fly with the magic of the Muse. Let's have some more from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is wonderfully put over. Memories can be wonderful :)