Absorption

A passing fancy....

A shower of golden hair

Brushes the strings

Of your instrument,

And a front row seat

Becomes tantalizing far.

 

I deliriously catch

The soft twinkle

In your lustrous eyes,

Desirously inhaling notes

Beneath your female scent.

 

I ask you, “Is it my destiny

To hang on your curves

For a mere endlessness,

Sink beneath your skin,

And get lost forever?”

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A tenderness of words, and more.