Your Most Holy Mouth

The wind screeches thunder like my breath caught, a doe in headlights Your eyes deep as night, the velvet silken touch of eve - your skin, olive, tanned, muscled arms, around me wrapped, ever so loving My legs slender, tight gripping your heart beats fast for the sun to rise and rise and shine like Valhalla I hear the Valkyries scrying wondrous wishes upon the backs of great golden eagles flying across heaven as kamikazes bringing us golden majestic cirrus dreams of reams and streams of years of walking barefoot together, apart, hand in hand mouth to lips to neck to thighs to the middle of my third eye wide open The birds sing sweetly for us, the grass grows tender as roses in November, and the seasons bestow upon us burnt sienna skied sunrises And the sand in our eyes is glitter on New Years Eve, when the clock strikes midnight and a new year births itself between my legs - your most holy mouth, sighs © Susan Marie