Slow Train
The look in your eyes
Hits me like a
Slow-moving train
At the intersection
Of my so-lonely
Thighs.
In the summer sun
Where I love to bask…
All you would have to do
Is ask.
Engrained in my heart’s grooves
Under your fingers
I move
Slowly,
Dripping honey,
Falling stars and fireflies.
Cool evening breeze,
My hips in beautiful hands
To seize.
My love on the tip of your tongue
Causes Soft Mourning,
Desperate Pleas.
Cheek to the ground
Dead leaves under my knees.
Our Microcosm
Manifestations of my desire.
I hope it works out!
It sucks when you miss the last train.
Bisous H.H. and Lo,
Dawn
I love the way this moved. Dripping honey. Great. 🙂
Thanks C.C.!
Bisous,
Dawn
gorgeous and sweet, just like you dawn
Thank My Kyle!
(get on that horse!)
Bisous,
Dawn
giddy up
The tempo in this is luscious
Mmmm! That sounds delicious! Thank you.
Bisous,
Dawn
Gorgeous and luscious.
All of these adjectives make me feel hungry! (Is that normal?)
English Kiss,
Dawn
I am always so
me too.
We are talking food? Smiles
Food for thought. Stomach growling!
I wish I could create this kind of beauty. Sometimes I wonder if you could write one for me because my attempt would be nothing but a misfire.
Hy my dear you can be or do what ever you chose words of beauty and grace are in you just waiting for you to discover them
Hy, you already do create beauty every day. I started a poem called “Ode to T.N.” for you a while back but it makes no sense and I can’t really figure out what it is I want to say about him, for you. Those photos keep coming to mind and I get all…(?) flustered. He’s such a HUGE topic!
Love,
Dawn
If thread was desire and silk formed from lust a garment woven from such would be a rag next to your tapestry of words sweet dawn
Cruel, I think that may have been the loveliest compliment I’ve ever received.Thank you. I miss you.
Je t’embrasse,
Dawn
Dawn, the eroticism here leaves me breathless. Thank you for sharing this, darling.
xoxo
Fatal
hehehe! Your last post (that I read…I get behind.) left me searching for a paper bag to breath into! I nearly had an attack! So I guess the ball is once again in your court. Maybe I’ll look into purchasing an oxygen bottle or something. Just to be on the safe side of my desires. (is there a safe side?)
Thank you My Sweetness!
Bigger Bisous,
Dawn
Did he ask? Because if he didn’t… then he must be blind in both heart and mind.
Well, I wrote that for this guy on the bus…it was standing room only and in a round-about I accidentally stepped on his foot. I said, “Sorry.” and he said, “No problem.” I guess that means no, he didn’t ask. 🙂
Thank you Miss Noodle!
Noodle Bisous,
Dawn
A guy on a bus. Sigh… the romantic in me is seeing you make random eye contact with him three months from now in an almost empty cafe. And him asking.
🙂
Lovely as always, my dawn … bisous
Why thank you, eyelashes batting furiously…
Bisous,
Dawn
🙂
why haven’t I gotten your latest posts on my reader?!? I have been missing out DAWN – your poetry is perfect.
Hi Jayne! I don’t know why…maybe I didn’t put the right tags on them. (?)
Thanks!
Bisous,
Dawn
This is so evocative, Dawn. The best poetry uses words to trigger our own impressions of those words, and you do that excellently!
– Jace
Thank you!
Bisous,
Dawn
slow train driving through your wanting tunnel in the park bisous
Very nice.
Choo Choo Bisous,
Dawn
Microcosm to microcosm. Love it Dawn!
😉