Awake
Pearling moonlight dips its toesAnd dabbles them in shadow depths,Roiling voices, nightmare weeds,Away to far-off lands ofLost.Heavy glaze of sweating passionSlides a rolling, fragrant kissDown the curve of heavy breast,An orb of starshine whence sheWaits.String of bubbles, frothy dew,Anticipation stretches pure,Slick and willing, open-thighed;She lies inviting as sheSighs.Slumbers soft, a woman lonely,Dreams in darkling...