Pink-Backed Morning At Last

[jackshoegazer]

Half asleep in Summer heat,
Raining humid strings of pearls,
Before the light-entrancing portal.

In ancient caves breed nighttime fire,
Instinctual caressing relief to follow-
Casually lasting a swallow's breath longer,
Than pearl-drop dew and ink-stained lips.

Delicate fiber from parchment's mettle,
Ripped like lisps and hornet's nest kiss,
Stings and churns - Apollo's touch burns,
Through Solstice sky and dancing vapors,
Sapping sticky maple strength,
While half asleep in Summer heat.

©2005 JJP

Comments

[tekelili.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous, you're such a word-smith. It feels sticky and hot to read, in a good way.

[maeghanne.livejournal.com]

This one just drips off the tongue. I like it a lot!