st valentine’s eve – anna and floris: 1270

at dusk she kisses him

mushymouthed and clinging breathless breast

to breast their smooth commingling

hard then fluid tender melting

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cool hot creamy sex when two

so made so shaped for one another

couple up as one in one

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dissolving her in him in her like milk in tea

and in the pearl-pale moisture bleeding from those honeyed lips

and in the sweet salt sweat of thighs and loins

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she cries he too

for in that kindling consummate moment

they come consumed to be together

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all thought given up

yesterday today no more tomorrow

she wonders how such mindless mindfulness surrenders

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she wonders is that it then when valentine dawns

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when is tomorrow then

when I and you become us

and she conceives as day in night is born

and fused and found forever lost that moment

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when together now

we come as close as one can be to one

then is tomorrow and tomorrow’s past

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Omm 

valentine’s eve into day 2018

Comments

  1. Camilla Levan says

    When eroticism and intellectualism combine, it is my ideal of poetry.

    What I find most erotic in this poem is hard to put my finger on, albeit I shall try: it is the linkage between milk dissolving into tea (“her in him in her”) and those honeyed lips with their “pearl pale moisture” then shifting into sweaty thighs and the horny sweaty surrender of lovemaking – moving from sweet innocent imagery into the dirty carnal within a line!

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