© Mimi Wolske, January 2014
All Rights Reserved
The oldest ceremony is the ceremony
of locking away the secrets. It is as important this day as it was seven
hundred years ago to lock up the fortress and keep outsiders away from secrets.
The ceremony can last a nano-second or it may go on as long as the longest
night.
The Secret Lady has hidden away
things I can't say to you. My thoughts are wild and I wonder if even her key
can keep them locked away for long. A key that could be you. I feel it turning
in my heart, in the doorway to my soul, in those corners not yet emptied of
ideas and words that would make my mother blush.
Kisses that brush the lips and
linger for a moment mean more when hearts are distant.
An embrace that causes life's breath
to flutter like a butterfly's wings mean
more without you near.
The phone rings louder pleading for
an answer amazed at the responses you can arouse even when you are away.
My mind plays games of lips in an
endless dance without me when you are silent for even one day.
Distance brings and holds onto
memories. Tears of erotic happiness flow from eyes that you call beautiful.
Fantasies would collide if not
compartmentalized in dark corners of thought and locked with the key that could
be you and that the Secret Lady has hidden.
Until I dare to bring her another
lustful thought I can't say to you.
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