Elemental
Sacred
The holiest of holies
A temple
A covenant
Your lips to mine
Embrace
A whispered glance
A sideways assessment
An orchestrated twist
Skin to sense
And the memory is etched
Poetry in motion
It’s mine
Bliss
A starvation of senses
Declined
Emotions
Dance across my tongue
Like wine
Perpetual
Sanctified
An identity
Melded
Becomes
An apostrophe
To what comes after
So he’s banging me
Behind the bed of a truck
The moon is watching
With the softened floodlight
Of all over earthen glow
And the art of skin and muscle
Frees me of my sins
About the Creator
Melissa Eaves
I am an freelance writer. I love the written word and the poetry of my soul is expressed by mastery of it.
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