2000 Dances

A Dream-like, Erotic Love Poem of Sexuality and Secrets

dormetheus
Here, licking the syrup of your tongue
as you guide me deeper into you, your sex
is flushed red as an eye seeing through
layers of the world, crying out in ecstasy
onto the sheets of my bed. You hold me

between your legs like a mouth
holding back the words it practiced
saying over and over, yet whispers
them instead in pantomime, synced
in time with my heavy groans, the blind

passion flowing in the grids of our veins,
our nerves, every cell lit and pulsing
like orgones, swollen into spasms

as your legs shake. You can't stop
coming together, each piece of you
magnified and gathered like rain draws
endlessly into rivers, each droplet
touched skin to skin then becoming one.

I want to tell you a secret, but
I haven't heard any yet, besides,
when I was inside you I saw your lips
move and swell into a kiss, and I
swear I heard you say "the secret
is us, and we shall speak it."

Published by dormetheus

I am currently finishing up my MA in Creative Writing/Lit at Missouri State University. My poetic work has an erotic edge with an abstract and intuitive sense of metaphor and a strong bend toward symbolic im...  View profile

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  • Ryanick Paige2/20/2008

    Wow... I have to say I am speechless but in a good way.

  • Mags2/10/2008

    wow very different, I like it :)

  • Mags2/10/2008

    wow very different, I like it :)

  • Crystal2/9/2008

    I'm enthralled with that brain of yours. Nicely written.

  • Kat Vogel2/9/2008

    Ooohhhhh =)

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