“Hush!” ‘Tis You –
The Look of Life.
Angel of mercy, I
undress you with my dreams.
From unseen sparkling
source,
The birthplace of the
force.
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Photo by Dave Bushell © |
In trickle from the
freshest melt,
Your hip, my lip, the
feel of felt.
Felt deep beneath the
soft and core,
Just wanting,
yearning for more and more.
So I’ll meet you at
the old stone bridge,
On the path beyond
the wooded ridge,
Where primrose,
yellow – festoon the ground,
While the snowdrops
turn to dew.
Caterpillars to the
moths – the moths to light.
Light 4 room – where your
naked silhouette doth breathless curve,
To turn me on and even
tempt the shadows,
That before were
trapped in time.
In ice and rain the
same,
My love is washed
thru you again.
We walk in the same
spirit, you and I,
In truths yet
undiscovered - by none but you and I.
Harmonious yet in
sorrow, for those beneath the morrow.
For time and tricks
dance hand in hand, like toes a twinklin’ in the sand.
The poet’s realm
inside you - Inside you, oh to be!
In synergy, in
energy, in romance, in a play - to kiss you for a day.
Hope and love - the
keys to the tower,
The magic folly where
all girls flower,
Whiter than snow,
sexy skin a-glow,
Your brown eyes turn
me inside out…
I’m an eagle then a
bat, from a monster to a cat,
I come to make you
purr!
With sounds to soothe
the viper wind - for here now comes the spring.
And the spring can
bring just anything!
Thru winter the
church bell chimed the hour,
Now breathe the scent
of the lemon flower.
The scent of a woman –
delicious, sooo lush…
‘Tis the scent of
you, so “Hush!”
Jayl De Lara
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