Using my Words -- My Holy Grail
Last night, the sheets pulled off
By you.
I shivered in the warmth
Of your
Intoxicating presence.
Room glowing in the light
Of a TV left on, color
Blinding
In dark, your form distinct.
You stretched but did not stir,
Eyes fluttering,
Kissed by dragonflies, not
My lips. Heavy. Heady. Hungry.
© Traci Shannon 11.15.06
