dolorous interludes.

Why, the world is diverse as it is round!
What do you think drove poets to rhyme?

Curtained Love

Morning rain descends the
window panes, like
lost love slipping
through
my fingers,
a satin shawl draping
off my shoulder and
lust breathing down the
caves of my neck.

Night time shadows of
young lovers waltz to sultry
melodies- an embrace, a kiss, and
affable smiles.
Innocuous sweet yearning
blanket
the familiar cosy stable where
only the younger of the
two found
solace and comfort
in.

His arm curved like a wine
glass, ready to
fill
her with unspoken tender
words;
Her body like a light
bulb, glowing in
silent radiance as
his fingertips traced constellations
and treasure maps
in the inky darkness of
Moonlit
Love.

He stripped her of
her
velvetine robes,
She
revelling in the maddening
want, as do
drunk insatiable
men disregarding martyrdom
drown into.
Bodies clasped tight as his hungry hands explored
the mysteries of
Forbidden fruit; her fists
clenched themselves
rhythmically
to the
soft
sounds
escaping her
royal chambers.

Afternoon rain now
taps gently
on birch branches- nature
mellowed by
torrential
falls.
A momento for
Every
episode-
Candied love,
Yellowed love;
A prize for
every
memory of
closeted
silhouettes.

posted by voyeur @ 11/25/2004 07:12:00 PM