Sometimes it is mid-day coiled heat, lightning-fire flaring from center, burning incandescent behind her navel, sun-sear arousal warming her from within. Other times it is a soft crescent glow, her sleep-warm want an unbright illumination gently lighting the cool surrounding dark.
Daylight desire sets fire to her veins, its flames kissing her hot. It is lambent. Lucid. Decalescently golden, it burns unclouded and radiant, outshining all else but the need to bathe in its tender-fierce warmth.
Night-moon arousal is a reflective shimmer, a mirror-glow diffusion of daylight’s burn to gentle-shine effulgence. It is velvet dark and off-white light, jewelcase lining and opalescent luster.
As the sun, she is gravity, her electromagnetic pulsing heat the anacreontic siren song calling from the center of a universe all her own, pulling into her orbit the objects of her desire. As moon, she responds to another’s gravitational pull, providing a guidelight, circling gently erotic, leading above, swimming phosphorescent through desires dark.
Endless sun
and
forever moon,
she is
a
galaxy.
And when she
e xp lod e s
…*
.*.
..*..
.*
..*
*..
into
a culmination of being,
coming {apart}
in
wild sparks of color
bursting
ember-bright
o
v
e
r
you…
…she’ll paint your sky with stars.
for Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge: three
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Mmmmmm…. yummy. Both the inventive verse and the descriptive prose.
A bit of celestial seasoning to pique the palate. 😉
Well plated! <grin>
Actually, for me this morning that was wonderfully soothing to read –
I went outside at 7.30am this morning to find the horses had knocked down the gate during the night, had been in the flower beds, but thankfully had retreated to their paddock as the PIGS had taken their place in the garden, and they get intimidated by the pigs (pigs are very clever) – walking out I picked that gate up, something that normally would be too heavy for me – as two pigs came running towards me(they see me as food!). Yes all in a days work! At this point, I got my man out of bed. Once we had fixed the gate, got the pigs back into their pens and cleared all the animal shit from the garden – oh yeah and fed the dogs and cats – we came inside for breakfast. My email told me there was a post from you and sitting down to read I took a deep breath and your beautiful prose soothed and washed over me.
Thanks for that and sorry for the rant 😉
Some days, everything is a zoo. (Literally, it seems.)
I hope by now the chaos has subsided. I’m glad to know you found some calm. 🙂
This is beautiful. I found myself reading it through more than once as I just wanted to get lost in it
Mollyx
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That’s a lovely compliment, Molly. Thank you. 🙂
This is luscious. As always I admire your choice of words, and your cummings…
‘Luscious’ is a delicious descriptor, Indie. Thank you. 🙂
What a wonderful world you have described . I relish your words and revel in the joyousness of your creation.
You sound positively Bacchanalian. 🙂
Words aren’t often decadent to me, but these were. Like Molly, I read it more than once simply to experience them again. Absolutely gorgeous!
Decadence, when indulged in small measures, can be a Good Thing. 🙂
I love the cosmic imagery !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It does remind me of a lovely Harry Chapin piece…. this one.
https://youtu.be/SLnGcAHVLoc
That’s actually a Bob Dylan song. Chapin does it well. 🙂
😀 IT IS NOT. 😀
It was written by Harry Chapin for his wife, Sandy. 😛
!
Bob Dylan.
Hummmph.
😀
It’s credited as being written by Bob Dylan. Truly.
Copyright held by Universal Publishing Group.
Click “show full lyrics” on the top entry, here:
Shooting Star https://g.co/kgs/Ehinz8
Google Play and iTunes have to follow ASCAP rules, so while it’s possible they’re both wrong, there’s at least a small degree of money involved, sooo…
*shrug*
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