Monday, June 23, 2008

Sunrise


On night’s
velvet couch
coolly, I wait,
arrayed in
Moonlight’s
Diaphanous gown;
dew dropped skin
slipped across
lotus blossoms
anticipating,
Love’s first
pink blush
gently beckoning
to dance
beneath
far-flung skies,
yellow fingers
strumming a blazing
passion
and at long last
I surrender
a the
golden dawn


3 comments:

June said...

Very nice! I interpreted its meaning differently with each reading.

Nathan said...

A description of sunrise might be hard to do but you're so original with this. I love the physicality of it. The "dew dropped skin" and "yellow fingers" -- beautiful.

texasblu said...

"yellow fingers strumming a blazing passion" - breathtaking!