Loverzan : composed last night

March 29, 2003

composed last night

A moonlit path glimmers,
passing the gently curving slopes
of twin dunes.

Dunes that slip softly between
ridges like groping fingers-or ribs.
My hair lifts, a moan on the wind.

On and on, rising and falling...
Watching over the round top of the last dune
I surface gasping, as my lovers face glows like the moon

Between thigh mountains.

Sayeth rzan at 06:35 PM

Comments:

Oh my god. We were sitting here thinking about going to a Yoga class, but when we read your poem... well, we had to go straight home. -T

I didnt know that the top of Daniel's head looked like a moon. -Y

Yeah, I'd like to check that out. Of course, from a standing position *grin* -T

We love you madly!

Sayeth Terra and Yoni
on April 3, 2003 01:23 PM

You mischievious cuties!

of course, the top of his head looks more like a wooly black sheep-it was his whole face that was glowing love at me like a big round moon under the night covers...

Hmm... A standing position? All kinds of possibilities there.

CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THAT MAD MAD LOVE

Mad love is bad love,
except when it's good love.
So, we won't take it badly,
or sadly,
we'll soak it up gladly,
'cause we also love YOU madly!

Loverzan

Sayeth rzan
on April 3, 2003 02:19 PM