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Click hereHis weathered, versed hands
read the chapters of my body,
tracing my nakedness
line by line
Reverent
Fervent
Fingertips
plying edges,
parting folds,
plunging
in practiced incantation
prayerful pause and hush
Sublimely swirling,
invading,
an intentional
coaxing,
a gentled flowering,
dew drops blossoming,
glistening
Invitational,
Tangled,
Twisted divinity
He engilds the tarnish and fade,
My body’s seasoned script
fitting his palm
Stroked,
soothed,
enspirited,
enlivened,
Familiar
Our sacred re-enchantment
He unravels,
unfastens,
unfetters,
undoes
My stumbling,
staggering,
sacramental shackling
Stretches the cover,
Looses the binding,
Alights my pages,
Aloft,
Fluttering,
Turning,
One
By
One
(Until) I am
Unladen
Unburdened
His deep thumbprints
Anointing
Incandescing
Elevating
My flesh
He alchemizes my soul
Until the elusive,
sublimated
sacred in me
Remembers
This,
my body’s epilogue
The sensuality of this poem is transcendent!
I have this urge to pull a dusty leather-bound volume from the shelf and make love to it with a slow intimacy of curiosity and familiarity.
Alternatively, turn off the lights and crawl under the covers with my lover of 40 years; a timeless languid lust!
Reading this poem is like exploring a lover with my hands. Every reading is new and I get lost in the imagery as I lose myself in the language of touch…and physical response.
A good massage is a wordless conversation, deftly revealed in this poem of carefully chosen words.
Incredible poetry, you immerse your reader in every touch, every moment, every memory. 5 well-deserved *s
Keep setting the bar in this category!