Nostrils fill with your familiar musk
saturate and sate
a familiar scent of home
a Hiraeth so deep
it wallows in echoes
around my entirety.
Resounding hymnal
Where modesty
long lost beneath torn petticoats
beg to be ripped and riffed,
In a squall of tooth and tongue.
Deeper, deliciously lost
in clutch, in grip,
as a rooted tree in its
ecclesiastical spot
Weeps its willowed hollows,
Pledges its vows with ribboned leaves
laments its goodbyes to a setting sun.
And then the quiet,
where hollow to hollow
we hold,
intertwined
anchored souls,
braided with unspoken
understanding.
You have a truly wonderful way with words.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
Beautiful!
Another brilliant poem. Lovely (((awhoooo)))
I have always considered Love as /intertwined/anchored souls/ thought of love making as a completist act, as a couple make one spiritual being. Love your lines /it wallows in echoes/around my entirety/; nice job with this, lusty, romantic, existential; cool.
Very sensual poem–you carry out your metaphor so well and the poem has a lovely arc in terms of its also getting carried away and quieting. Thanks! k.
this is so lovely
Sensual, sexy, spiritual – delightful!
Luscious – not repressed at all! You’re amazing Shan!