with the affair

forgotten days found new meaning

flavored by excitement,

she would wax

that private place

no longer forlorn,

those telegraph wire tremors

shuddered messages across skin,

breath and kiss

find in intensity sharp reality,

her altar intended

with emotion rendered voice

pleaded for her to find

solace again with him,

he had hewn time

into a molded shape

of his own creation,

no intention to drive her away,

yet did,

lit a temptation fuse,

and she placed a fork in

the moon and tasted,

manic moments gazing skyward,

feeling naked flesh

lit by lunar extraction,

each minute as paused sand

desire the crown

between the two

sharp as thorns,

a clash of obligation

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Comments
  1. A forked moon – excellent!

  2. brenda w says:

    Oh, to taste the moon….

  3. and she placed a fork in

    the moon and tasted…how awesome is this…

  4. seingraham says:

    This is a little piece of brilliance. Truly. So many great phrases and images. Ending with “a clash of obligation” – indeed.

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/12/ecstasy-driven.html

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