(What an absolutely superb word).
With eyelids closed, I briefly notice,
for only one second,
the slender-limbed diaphanous wraith,
she standing watch, from the open window.
My dumbfound hypnosis, lifeless,
her touch becomes a peach bloom cheek
upon my thigh,
tumultuous tresses surround my sex.
Then saffron mists swirl like a crown,
she is at once astride and I am drawn up
as if a well, juices rise
like fleeting lifeblood.
My palms are held in prayer,
those pitch-dark eyes, fix me like a stake
and I am warmly damp, resigned,
but oh! such malevolent beauty.
© Graham Sherwood 8/2010
