Sensual Sunday – Poetry Repost

I haven’t been able to keep up with the blog lately. Sunday sensual musings is something that I don’t have the luxury of at the moment. But I came across this tonight and thought it would fit well into my Sensual Sunday theme. I wrote this poem several years ago during a sad time of my life, but one that still had sensual moments that I couldn’t help but hold close.

And in my exhaustion…

My pulse is flexing flesh on my wrist

My bones are still

and the scent of you clings

to my mouth

my thighs

the soft dark shock of hair holds you


keeping what remains

in my tangles

in my hollows

I don’t want to breathe

I don’t want to be awake

Everything, even the shadows hold fast – for a beat

And my pulse seems to slow

The world is still in my heart

but I know that the sun will climb

then sink

and the moon will take its place

the shadows will shift

and the ants will crawl

but I don’t want to breathe

I don’t want to move

I don’t want to feel my heart beating

until it is beating next to yours…

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