CUPFUL OF ILLUSIONS

A tryst to be deal with....

CUPFUL OF ILLUSIONS

 

Soon after an intense tryst

beneath the glimmer of a million stars

I blush as I amble back

to my cottage on the hill

the moon follows my shadow as I climb

I can nearly pinch it

the sparkle more fervent, overwhelming

a deep yellow, like the color of my house

 

Nonetheless, my mood alters to a blue hue

now that I relinquish my essence

from those cloud gray eyes

 

I ponder my affections unremittingly

shall I further persevere?

or anticipate his maneuver?

of this nearly faultless affair of the heart

 

That night I fantasize

his cup of illusions

concealed by ivory satin sheets

he whispers that he owns me

from my face to my toes

and traces each aspect

as he would a fragile blossom

 

 

I awaken and yearn to return

to my visions of sweet nectar

Yet my excitement fails to

sanction my fancies

with a commensurate pose

as we owned the night before

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading....mystery of love

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is nearly impossible to recreate a perfect night of ecstasy...
we might strike the same pose, but the picture comes out differently more times than not.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Very true J. But this is fantasy at its best! Thank you for your review!
Best
B.