My dusk awakens to the dawn, pale rays of the warm winter sun part the gentle morning mist and tip toe to her bed. Juicy lips quiver to thoughts of love and part as in a moan just as the light gliding on air silently bathes her nubbins with a tenuous blush. Pearly gates with promises of nibbles and bites reflect the sliver of the morning light and draw me to warm purple roses. I set myself thinly on them and trace their contours with mine and savor her warm breath of dreams of passion. The lips betwixt dreams and the day move to mine, the tongues are drawn in to this merging of perceptions and now moistened the lips test their urgency. My fingers trace the contours of her now stirring face with their back, the soft marble of her chin, the sensuous rise of her cheeks, the smooth rise of her foreheads, eyelids swollen in throes of passion blanket her large limpid eyes. Tremors flutter in her lashes as they lift the curtains of her dreams – “sleep well” I ask, “does your head hurt still”. The swell of liquid in her eyes hints to her flowing nectars, she pulls me in, her mouth hungers for mine as mine readies to wrestle. Suddenly I am in her, she arches, her eyes close and her mouth opens to a moan and a new dream merges into a dwindling one.
After reading this….feeling a bit let down that i couldn’t see you and feel your gaze upon me. But everyday life is our reality…and as i said earlier, one should not be too greedy. So i will lock all this away – your touch, your lips slightly parted waiting for me to mess with them, your wry smile, your happy smile, your slightly drunk smile – hide the key so that i can also get on with the everyday.
Meetings are easier, but reading and writing requires me to discipline my mind. And the truth is my body is hanging on to memories and words – leading my mind to places where discipline is a stranger. Nevertheless..i shall persist…waiting to be led away. Sleep well my dearest….wake up rested in the surety that I am by your side, sharing your breath.
Well, all I wanted to write was “hope your neck feels better when you wake up and your pain is gone” and then all this came out.
Lock it all and the key: throw it away, hide it, burn it, but care not. I cannot offer words of wisdom that unmask the world of love but can share in its unfolding. What can one do but look at oneself, experience the experience and perhaps be transformed. No promises and no expectations.
kalpaean 