A Presence Enough ~ #OpenLinkNight
In my bed,
empty.
Full,
stained sheets
a ghost
lingering,
a siren
calling,
just out of sight.
In her bed,’
full.
Crisp linens,
blank canvas,
white, red artistry.
Stains in fingerstrokes
brushstrokes
lips pressed to
silk
to flesh
to purple blossoms.
On knees;
exhale.
Golden curls,
silver links,
one hand falling.
Fission.
Fusion.
Expulsion.
There’s some awesome poetry going on tonight…check it all out at dVerse Poets!
That’s beautiful. And just so everyone knows it, so are you. I love you.
There is some awesome poetry right here. I loved it all. Stained sheets always fun. Fission Fusion LOVED IT!!
delicious….lots of great movement and some heat as well…def feel the heat….