Amante IIbyEleanora Day©
Now again the night is sentinal.
Curtains flicker their small nods,
approving us as we complete
the darkness, blooming in the first
brush of lips, smooth petals, winged,
unfolding to grasp the taste.
Stars glow in our mouths, falling rising
chest in restless flutter. We are birds,
roused from the nest, awakening
to undo, release, trail essence
sucked from skin like nectar
to take flight, take me on you,
over you, locked at chakras.
Souls join hips, foreheads, mouths
murmur So Good. Amante this pull
and push aches sweet when we
swallow the pulse of life, poised
like animals, lifted in your hands.
We are cerebral. We are beyond
reason, awash in sigh, cresting,
drenched in moonlit humanity.