I am wishing me into the last weeks of September where they promise three weeks of cold before a final seven days of warmth and October's surrender to the lust of the cold that I want again as my caress. Blue with thinner ceiling cover, morning frost that sun-touched yields to diamonds of wet on still bare feet, that is my longed for November. Tilt further rock of desire; give me up in saving grace to iced embrace. Foresworn warmth of skin pressed tight to this my empty form, savage me and burn 'til numbed with rejection my frigid partner, my yet still dripping desire. Come quickly let me open myself to you, throw off blankets, strip my frame, expose each part so each tender fold lays displayed for your deepening spread tendrils of examination. Slow what must be slowed, consume what you seek to need, sever quivered nerve's denials, complete the hardness of my teeth with hardened cracked and now split lips, with nipples once so tender now pebbled on your winter beach, with skin no longer goose bumped granular, with limbs that reach no further statuesque, with eyes as glazed grey as your marble cutting winds, with thoughts that scattered flow in no known pattern. Further in, dig in, furrow in, plough and plunder, burst me as I seek to stretch, to curl fetal, to hide my flesh; shovel pick and axe to open where what remains still red and warm holds pain. Make me crystal, make me ice, pick me up and carry me high, cleanse my color, bleach me, clear and complex and unique again. Float me in your Kelvin arms, carry me directionless and far, cast me out like lovers do when they discover all there is to know, then drop me slow. Spread me thin and wide and light, dry and hard as pavement in the night. Let me touch another then, and open their doors to let you in.
You leave me speechless! Your poems are a ride into another world..visually..enticing every sense we possess..I can see the warm breath slowing blend with the mist and cold caress.. Just a little thank you!! Love it!!!!!