December 13, 2007 § 1 Comment
Prancing in water-
like a river of lions, a marvelous Empire…
I see you burning-I’m getting hotter;
It is you who I desire…
past the night,
wrapping the moonscape-
the electric light
around my curving body.
Dominate my eyes, spent skin–
breath … you’re somebody
…Where have you been?
Those pills by your pillow…
at the very portal of this dream…
…it’s not your peccadillo;
Drink the serene, cherished stream-
a stairway of waves into oblivion.
Quiet … the stars begin to ride…
Larger than the soul of the sun,
you and I inhale-exhale passion, open-eyed.
© Sonya Rose