Into the Mystic

I wonder…

“Will he be amused

at 3AM

when he finds me

pacing the yard

in fervent dialogue

with the neighbors’

dearly departed Aunt Ida

finding it

deliciously exhilarating

when he smacks me

on the bottom

like a wayward child

playing with her

imaginary friends

urging me

to bid goodnight

to my visitor

and I oblige

recognizing within

his eyes’ glimmer

is not light

of the moon cast

instead an inner reflection

begging for

exploration

drawn complete

to the surface

of golden skin

in which it is embodied

quickly switching  gears

cigarette stubbed

musing as to why

I still have a want

of that oral fixation

when before me is you……”

“I giggle whilst

entering the sheets

as I have been

reminded many times

ere now

is incorrect

in form

slithering my way

foot to top

musing on when

I may confide

this choice of entrance

suspecting already this

you know

my destination arrived

laughter stemmed

your stare complex

no longer able

am I

to utter sound

transfixed for an instant

in your tangible

desires

wrapping around me….”

“Memories of feeling

what possession

herein offered

by you of I

and I

of you

for a moment

maybe all time

reality suspended

tasting of you

tasting of me

on you

all I need

all else

just a solitary

extra cherry

in this luscious

fruit compote of passion……”

“As tiny rainbow darts

I so adore

awaking to

dance gleefully

as drunken marionettes

across walls splattered

in a sea of hues

my myriad attempts

in finding

the perfect flavors

expression of us

within our nest

I curl deeply

into your warmth

wishing to breath

another moment still

the scent

of our desire

in my soul

I smile

secretly decisive

feeling no need

to explain

my serpent entrance

into our bed

for long you have

been aware

of how aroused

I become

feeling my skin

gliding over you.”

~kachina ’09