Friday, February 18, 2005

For Ri

I see them
as he touches her
there
between her legs
warmly,
her fruit ripe, swollen;
his fingers,
long, warm knives,
slice
into her waiting
flesh,
open in his hands,
his thumb
on her very nucleus;
she moans,
her breath in gasps;
her juice
drips onto his skin,
liquid fire.

He sees me,
his eyes two lights
dancing
as he holds her tight,
firmly;
my eyes slowly orbit
to her face,
flushed, drugged
with desire;
cradling her gently,
his tongue
glides to her breast,
seeking
to taste her scent;
a smile
catches, parts my lips;

misty-eyed,
she sees me, later
as I make tea.


Written at 04.30 this morning ... for Ri.

Published in Makata International Poetry Journal [http://www.dalityapi.com/makata], Vol. 6, No. 3, March 2005.

1 comment:

shanna said...

Hi ella nice little visit I had here..and what a juicy poem you can see some of my haiga at
http://poettree.myphotoalbum.com
aloha from Hawaii I have two phillipino grandchildren apples of my eyes.....shanna