..August dawn and the aftermath...
That night
that August Moon Night
that thicker than velvet
rougher than whiplash
hotter than fever night
was ours
we drowned in it
revelled through it's movements
and cherished every straying star
on glistening skin
in the morning
just as the sunlight
dragged a finger
across our
still heaving breasts
your camisole
was littered with
dewspangles
and the wind
made it breathe
on its own
you gathered
your hairband,
sandals and underwear
turned naked in
the morning sun
and went
scattering dew
from your tousled hair
covering my eyes
obfuscating tears
the morning
of departure had to come
but that August night
was ours
and we will belong to it
many moons from now
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-07-31 at 20:59
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dewstained camisole
That night
that August Moon Night
that thicker than velvet
rougher than whiplash
hotter than fever night
was ours
we drowned in it
revelled through it's movements
and cherished every straying star
on glistening skin
in the morning
just as the sunlight
dragged a finger
across our
still heaving breasts
your camisole
was littered with
dewspangles
and the wind
made it breathe
on its own
you gathered
your hairband,
sandals and underwear
turned naked in
the morning sun
and went
scattering dew
from your tousled hair
covering my eyes
obfuscating tears
the morning
of departure had to come
but that August night
was ours
and we will belong to it
many moons from now
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 515 times
Written on 2007-07-31 at 20:59
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