The River of a Thousand Kisses
Rising through the chill morning in the mountains. The air is singing. Fog banks cling to earth, mist rising with the gentle slopes or sinking into the valleys. Mist and earth like a coy lover, letting warm skin peek through here and there. Inviting the river of a thousand kisses to put that tongue....every where....
Night softens with the dawn.
Kisses born of dreams gathered by twilight and delivered amongst bird song as ocean breezes stir the air.
Kisses as inevitable as the tide. Kisses like Spring rain...Hold tight the passing hour at the coming of the day. In Morning, that gentle Kingdom, kisses reign.
Drink
A fawn comes down to the river to drink.
Her tongue sliding efficiently between her teeth. Languidly lapping the life giving waters. Drinking deep on nature`s bounty and savoring every drop...
The lingering taste of a lover as the tide goes out and pools of wonder are revealed along the shore. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," she had said with a shy smile,
The Edge of the World
At the tip of Lousiana
you can soar up over swamps and egrets
on climbing shelves of highway that look to make you
drive right off the edge of the world.
Thickly It Rains
She looks up, smiles and says:
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
Thunderless.
A drowned world.
A day of rain.
Inside, we are skin on skin,
as warm as toast.
Artfully,
for such things as tongues will do,
now favoring an ice cream cone or a well turned phrase in need of a tongue lashing.
Love sought and given freely like milk.
Deeply drained,
for it was good unto the last drop.
Sunset
Day`s end, ringed in fire.
The bright throne of heaven sinks below the horizon.
Night as black as a skull cap,
ice blue at the edges and ringed with fire.
Tongues of flame around a ball of fire.
Dawn: a cup of flame,
drunk deep by clouds
both dark and greedy.
Eager for every last drop of light.
Dawn dripping like a fierce candle.
Dawn like a fountain of light.
Showering clouds and sea and land,
whose dark visage eagerly seeks droplets of light and swallows them whole.
Dawn a shaft of light held firmly in the grip of clouds.
Loves Her Man Like No Other
© 2004 Michael A. Skinner
Like birdsong on a summer morn,
full throated and lusty.
dew drops pearl fat on sassy green, green grass
and morning rises like heady perfume.
intensive incense
loves licks linger
sukking deep the nectar from a passing flower
making sure to gather unto her self
every drop.
"Let no part of your man go unknown,"
she said, briefly wiping one smile
and quickly replacing it with a deeper,
more loving, more satisfying grin.
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