Starkissed

by Sylvia Stout

let time unwind this unkind structuring.

let the wind, unfettered, reverse this cosmic clustering.

to once again dance naked, starkissed-

fingertips entwined and tracing

shapes of every kind,

chasing shivers down your spine…

one sip of sin, one

drop of lust from your lips

ignites and fortifies the flames

which undulate across my hips.

this hold you’ve got on me- magnetic-

makes me reckless.

if the whole world’s a stage, then

we act by the light of the moon,

the birds sing our song

as the scene comes, too soon, to an end.

the curtain of night is swept out of sight;

dawn’s light bathes us in a truth

we happily disguised at dusk…

this insatiable lust-

a seemingly serendipitous tryst-

exists solely to teach us

how to capitulate, formulate

and situate ourselves for a

lifetime of burning passions;

some as magnificent and ethereal as the sun.

some as ephemeral as the comets we saw die

in the reflection of each other’s eyes.

none shall we let pass by.

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