Hush

Forever is the hush

A breath

 Amidst sweet sounding rain;

Where murmured heartbeats

Turn soft pirouettes in the recess of mind;

Moon-burn,

 Silvered,

 Permeates the rake of glittered stars;

Your kiss carved into this heart...

 

Remember me, remember me...

 

 

And I can’t get close enough...

Lilies, wild and dark,

Cool the blush of my cheek,

  A soft essence

Purl-binding my soul;

A summons of wrists gently turned

To show veins that lie beneath,

Bleeding whisper-words,

Flowing;

 The lull of nightfall, lays my hair between your fingers...

Remember me, remember me...

And I can’t get close enough...

Beneath the breast of moon-spill,

A simple thread of heartbeat, a touch-tender upon lips

Parted;

You brushed me beautiful,

So beautiful;

I glitter… silk upon crimson, 

Shining; slipping, burnished, to your tease,

Flesh on fevered flesh,

I want closer

To melt beneath your skin,

 To swim in your crimson veins...

Remember me, remember me...

And I can’t get close enough...

Your body,

Listens, 

Caresses the gentle burn in my spine

Arching beneath the soft essence of night flowers;

And gentle,

 The pulse of hand's clasp;

My heart finding the rhythm of yours,

A sigh between each beat,

Whispering soft,

"Never let me go."...

 

Remember me, remember me...

 

 

And I can’t get close enough...

Fire's flame dances, shadows writhe,

Touch-feathering the silk of petals, rising to meet

Each heartbeat;

Waiting,

To feel your passion course my blood,

Feel the scorch of desire

Consume me,

I suckle the sweet of your sutra

  Filling me....

 

Remember me, remember me...

 

 

And I can’t get close enough...

I whimper,

Sighs

A blue voice, moaning through me

Folding my breath inside your hands;

Feeling the quivers 

You gift rapture my thighs

Purging velvet depths

Deeper,

Before a rise of hip curves to please eyes

Lost inside the mirage of dreams,

To feel your love and know its truth as if it were my own...

 

Remember me, remember me............

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very sensual write...and with the hope that love is more than the physical encounter ...the speaker wants to be remembered for much more than that.