And....
And.....
It is within your motion, where your
beauty lies. Static does not suit you.
Your frenzied dance opens my heart.
My wind is borne blind on the other side of you.
And I feel.
I call your name with birdsong voice.
Your back remains mine with your
wolfing hips moving skyward.
My trees are held breathless in your landscape.
And I know.
You settle deep within my marrowed skin.
A joining of purest connection
in grazing circles of florid repose,
my stars run sunlit through your madrigal hair.
And I love.
Joni
3/13/07
Art Credit: Tree Deva by Mia Friedrich
9 comments:
Love. Lovely. Love making.
:-)
And I feel.
And I know.
And I love.
Evocative and tender, Joni.
Madrigal hair...
The Tree Deva is amazing - is the artist local?
And trees breathless in your landscape is such a wonderful line.
Billie -
No, I found that picture on the web and just thought it was perfect for the poem. Thanks.
And I haven't forgotten about pomegranate martinis, life is just overwhelmingly swamped lately. After March, things might lighten up a bit.
You've had an incredible amount going on - the pomegranate martinis will be there when the right time comes. :)
I also found a great place to have them - on the corner of Tryon and C. Parkway - place called Mythos!
If we were not lovers we held hands as we descended,
here,
again.
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Billie -
Oh, who can resist a place called Mythos! Splendid. I will e-mail as things clear and we can make arrangements.
Wendy -
Glad you like it. :smile:
Beautiful, Joni, just beautiful.
I'm glad I didn't overlook the post right before this one. I left you a comment.
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