Night, a fading memory
on sleeping lids,
drifted in the shadows cast
by a setting moon
as fingers began to trace
their tantalizing path,
painting desire
in invisible colours
laid out across a canvas
of skin

Fingers that danced
an alluring dance,
imploring captive breath 
to join in passion’s symphony
unveiled
as whispered sighs
anointing baited lips
escaped into the birth
of a new day

Shall I seduce you?

Words that dangled
from the tip of a tongue
anticipating acquiescence
with a thirst
longing to be quenched
by the heat of a fire
longing to burn.

And with the answer,
a new dance began, 
unbridled,
as blood boiled
and flames began to lick
at passion’s door.

 

©

october 2006
Janet Reid




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