by Tone Indbryn
Poetry comes to me in the morning dressed in lacy gowns of
She entices me with her dance of ribbons flowing on the
Shaking the trees
branches dusted in the sweat of last night’s dreams.
She sings to me in soft whispers tickling my ears, the hair
on my neck erect to her scent Enchantment inspiring me to rouse my sleepy
desires hidden in the bottom of my bed sheets.
She is my vixen,
She is my saint
Always there inside of me moving me
Keeping time of my life caring for me and awakening me
I melt into her skin and I breathe her sweet breath
Gentle kisses for me dropped inside my heart
My poetry my sweet
by Tone Indbryn © 2010