by S. (Johnny) Thonn
(09/01/10)
Starving breathes of warm
from tender lips
Inhaling that space
between
that envelop
sighs and gasps
Where gazing eyes
sleep in blissful moans
You are
the seconds of my moments
You are the wetness
between us
Naked
Naked, you are within
the grasp of my hands.
Naked, like the verses of
Neruda congregating
in thoughts and memories,
in waves and shores,
moonlight and sunset.
Naked, you are the morning
dampness of dew,
a mist covering the cool air.
Naked, you are like
the autumn leaves
in its foliage, turning
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux