My sincere thanks to Stephen Dick for borrowing the word Holymost from his unique poetic style and the imagery of human flesh roasting as in a bar b q.
Before Sunset
When you...became a shadow
Elongated on my porch then trailed
off the garden path
My mouth opened sipping
In disaster.
Then you strode away
And my soul on stirrups reined my body
Into active anomalous angles.
Soon you were like dust in the wind
a speck on my heart's horizon.
My lips sucked in some lost
Essence of despair.
I blew you my pent up kiss then.
Iips pouted lewd lascivious
And straddled the horizon.
Oblivious my brazen silhouette
Willed you to turn back
Willed your return before
Departure was complete.
Holymost vesper vows my laced up
Bosom prayers in motion
Rising falling breathing you back
Into my magic circle.
Come my love
Before sun sets.
I want you to see me thus
Hips thrust upon the anvil
smouldering gashed lines longing
Clinging ravishing your male vision
Morphed to gaze of
gluttony.
My
Arms akimbo
Tousling my hair
Skin flows in honeyed silk
Motion
Between my hills
And scooped out valleys.
Laced up blistering lust
Uplifted
Reaching out to your damning
Departure.
Sanity lounging in succubus salons
Of silent cravings.
My flesh a soft tender roast rare
in the sun of your fading.
Vast horizons ...
Simmer like mirages
Sahara of thirst dipping
Dimming and dipping.
My belly dances in pelvic gullies
Of creamy lustre
Hollowing out hidden valleys
of far too valiant and violent restraint
My muslin skirts in sweet humility
fall into abject surrender...
I'm swimming across a crying ocean
Calling your name.
Come Angel of destinations
Destroy your outward journey.
Before sunsets
Come hither
Take me.
Fervent lace ties and twin cities
Like vespers succulent
Beckoning.
Come Ruler
Into your willing
Kingdom
Return to your realm
Establish
your ruthless rule
Stringently
unto me.
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© Amrita Valan 2015
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