Moonbeams accent
the gleam
of your eyes
half-lidded,
but the love light
burning there
is ten thousand
suns old.
I am Neanderthal in
warm meadow grasses
bent to worship you
with my flesh scepter.
you are a cave drawing
leading me inward
one most treasured
etched in soft strokes
you paint smiles
on my craggy face
descending.
Hearts stretched
tight like
antelope skin
in graceful flight
two staccato drums
beating that move
us to worship love.
All that is real
slips away into
the fantasy of
your gateway,
arms open and I
embrace timelessness.
We float
like waterlilies,
in an August stream,
undulating with
the current
of wet kisses
splashed.
What music is that
which tinkles
so jubilantly
in my ear,
Your succulent
sighs, soprano sweet,
sing wonders
to our coupling.
This ancient dance
rehearsed to perfection,
from one silk
clad thrust,
to many rhythmic
plunges of joy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
Gold trophy winner
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