Weaving with you

When we let our clothings fall
they drift away
like cloudveils through the wind

and you become the tempting line
around the moist form of a fruit
and I become the rainy mist
which pussyfoots along you

there we rest
in leaf and moss and grass
here we rest
without fatigue

we see the bits of sky and clouds
through patterns in the branches

the carpet made by sunspecked shadows
has the colourplay of fierceness

you soar in my desires
moisturedeep between your heights exuberant
outwards to your lushy plains I dizzy
wrapped by silent gusts of storms
ascending weightlessly

from heights of mist
with folded wings
we fall in close embrace
through minutes warmed by space



Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2013-03-01 at 07:25

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Sensuousness in its purest form, I enjoyed this.
2013-03-01