Monday, July 18, 2005

Last Night...

The bedside lamp pulls
languorous waves of amber.
cresting, falling,
dancing down the curve of your back.

Light and shadow merge
Tracing each rise,
each fall of your breath.

I feel your want
Barely a whisper
Burning undertow.
Take me in.

Sheets.
Fresh, new.
Sweat. Heat.
Skin, sliding on skin.
Soaked.

Darkened stillness of the night.
Hungry shadows
Faintest light.

Surrender to the undertow, my love.
Take us in
Don’t let go.

5 comments:

Mint Chutney said...

Very nice Spot. Needed a cigarette after reading that one.

Jay said...

Tee hee, tee hee... sex poem!

Somebody got some last night...!!!

Spot said...

mint - welcome! thank you, perhaps i should consider a career writing porn. or not.

jay - i was writing about a new waterbed that er..sprung a leak... truly, really, i swear! :)

percolator said...

You're a wet tease, spot. You're giving me ideas already... lol!

Anonymous said...

you described the moments i had. i really love the poem. keep on writing...(although it'll make me melancholy).

- lotsachi