A poem about how the song of the night envelopes and breathe life.
Whisper to me from the eaves of your soul Touch your breath upon my lips and Make my skin sing the song of appeasement.
I feel the leaves rustle overhead in the canopy of stars And in the breath of night. Sweet the fragrance of stars dripping yellow and pink upon the fertile landscape below.
Hold my feet fast to your heart to let me feel the thrum of you. Guide my hand to the earth and let her part under my fingertips.
The verdant night bestows all of her numinous grace upon me. Sleep, oh moon upon my eyes, Soft in your waxing and waning upon the imprint of my soul.
Lovemaking ascending to a nearly cosmic scale; other-realmly beauty permeating it all. A sensual and mysterious offering, delivered gracefully.
Gorgeous, Audrey!
This poem has a delicious breathless intimacy about it - I'm grateful for Neva's suggestion I read it. The blending of images is quite lovely (leaves rusting in the stars, stars dripping on the landscape) and the sensuous delight of the dripping, and the earth parting under the poet's fingertips under the gentle light of the moon is adorable... Thank you
I don't think I have much to say other than echoing Neva's thoughts on this poem. Beautifully written, the perfect poem to read when overwhelmed by the manic rush of life.
I am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me.
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