Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Canvas of Your Soul

I will start by reading the words of your poem with my lips. I will trace each letter with my tongue knowing your meaning from their flavour.

Then I will find the hourglass of your soul and sift the sand through my mouth. I will pluck the flowers gently with my teeth, and I will comprehend your tender years.

I will find your sin, hard and black, and taste the depth of your pain.

I will discover the phoenix and savour its beauty. I will trace each quill with my tongue, and delight in its sensual curves. I will take just a moment to nibble on what the tail feathers encompass.

My lips will journey down to where the ghosts reside, playful in their hidden lair. I will tickle each with my tongue, first the pink and then the blue, edging ever closer.

And when I have finished exploring the canvas of your skin, I will be yours and I will find what I love the most.


Anonymous said...

Damn, boy. This is beautiful. Sensual without being pornographic like "Alone in the Dunes" This is the way it should be done.

Anonymous said...

Very well written. I read it the first time before the pic was added. The picture adds a sense of reality.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, definate improvement on the slash porn

Anonymous said...

This is brilliant. Glad to see that you haven't given up on your writing. Used to be daily. Not so much anymore. Keep it up, even if it's just a haiku (which I loved)

Ciaran said...

Thanks Mikey. Do you understand now?

Mikey said...

I understand now, mister. ;)