by Sharmagne Leland-St.John
(04/02/08)

I Sing You the Morning

my love,
I sing you the morning
as sunlight drenches
the Tokyo sky
and small brown wrens
gather to fly
while I,
in a blue silken kimono
with chrysanthemum sash
gaze through my window
at a porcelain sky
the colour of ash,
in my mind's eye
I picture you
oceans away
and thus
erotically
I begin my day
as I evoke
the memory
of the thrust
of your hips
yours
is the name
that escapes
the darkness
of my parted lips
Yes, I,
in a blue silken kimono
with chrysanthemum sash
gaze at a sky
the colour of ash.

Love In The Afternoon

making love,
I thought
of blue seas,
tasted salt
upon your shoulder
as you pounded
like the surf,
into me.

starfish danced
across the ceiling,
and rainbows,
in the spray,
clung,
like limpets,
to the wall

I heard
the sirens
sing,
and in spirals,
fell,
gasping,
with measured
heart beats,
and
half-lidded
tourmaline eyes,
onto the narrow
spit
of pure white
imagined
Cuban sand

before I rolled over
and slipped into
blissful sleep
in the warm hold
of your gentle arms

You Were More Than Forever

you were more
than forever
your kisses linger
upon my lips
your moist breath
your velvet voice
soft with whispering
twin harmonies
in the blackened night

by candlelight
you croon the
moon-song
of my heart
as you cry out
with a pleasure
yet unknown

oh goddess
of the morning
white marble
naked and spent
if rhythm
had imagination
your horizontal dance
should be bottled

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