Monday, May 14, 2012

Seonaid


Seonaid




Love was a wild child,
that night, I ate, sated right.
Seonaid came to me fully,
in body with no trace of guilt.
I ate, I drank unto her
until she were a silent breath.
Echoes haunt now,
of the passionate sense lost.
In rivulets of sweat, hot beads
dripping from our amorous skin.

Love became more than fire,
coursing deeper beneath desire of
taking you always, every ways,
over and over changing days.
Living the power of your smile,
inside my craving open mind,
not another heart to find.