Inanimately
eyes peer
through a gilded key hole
made of polished silver
laced with flakes of gold
and ruby stones..
Watching, privy to the interlacing of limbs
Hands in hair, mouths whispering tantalizing sweet moans.
She
Touches the face of he
The tenderness not yet known to the one peering
Seeking to find solace in a crack of love perhaps lost
Even if from long ago
The eyes they water, but denial refuses to allow them to tear
The heightened sensation of lovemaking draws the eyes ever near
Seeing
Unadorned
Shorn of all clothing
Angular creamy flesh envelopes the softer rounded brown FLESH of
woman
She
sighs
As he,
He kisses her lips
Pelvis to pelvis the two engaged
Intermingled
imbued
and divinely
Connected
Tis more than copulation
This
The eyes know
Tis this
Yes
The two
They
Who
Perfect the art
of lovemaking
The eyes
So Brown
Yet
So blue
Cannot stop fate
The tear falls
The eyes tortorously
Still
remain
unblinking
The droplet of sorrow
Salty and wet
Falls upon
MY breast
MY woe
MY love unbegotten
Now
Flows
As
I see
what
I
cannot
have.
Lying within
The arms of
Another..
She.
Her
Eyes
So
Unlike mine
Peer into the
Key hole
Shining
And
Reflect the love
(Not mine)
Of
He.
YOU ARE READING
Gemini
PoetryA purging of the mind, heart, and spirit. . the soul bled through virtual ink.. a melding of words of which i call poetry
