All chiseled good looks
you fix your hair
with a half smile I stare
You are that foreign
confident puzzle
you chose to be
I let you be
I let you stain my dream
with superior charm and wit
I will forget you anyway
after the dumb alarm
cries its feckless call
Not yet Not!
I’m sober with a wine high
I smile a winner look
The luminous day turns dark
You approach me
I reach for your hand
I’m in the hollow of your arms
We fall into lucid passion
You close my eyes
Now we dance a spiral waltz
I touch your hair
You seduce my lips
We neglect the vulnerable nature
of our eternity
… spin in limitless rapture
You touch my hips
I kiss your neck
A whirl in absolute ecstasy
The feckless call
Sun invading my bed
The silent hollow of this morning!
I shut my eyes eager
to erase the path of no return
The silent hollow in my room!
I refuse
will not forget!
_____Adriana Citlali
XXIII-VIII-MMXV
Sunday Whirl (Wordle #213)
So much passion here. This is beautiful.
Passion is exactly what I wanted to write about. Thanks for visiting!
This is so so so so good!