In The Falling I Am Free

Succulent, sweet,

two lovers meet

back where time began.

Immortal fire,

burning desire,

woman and her man.

 

Incandescent,

curling crescent,

moon-moth in the light.

It falls apart,

its beating heart,

in the dark of night.

 

Willows that bend

into the wind

as they often do,

and stars that shine

in heaven’s shrine

watching over you.

 

Behind closed doors,

my hand in yours,

turning, burning, true.

Infinite grace,

this sacred space

merely meant for two.

 

The thickened air,

hands in my hair

sparks are lighting me.

A molten kiss

and more than this

rolling with the sea.

 

Where time stands still,

we lose our will

fallen from the heights.

A longing ache

without forsake,

deep and dark delights.

 

And if I fall

and lose it all,

let me fall with you

so far away

another day

when the world is through.

 

Sit with my soul

and make me whole

on the path of light

that we might rise

into the skies

on wings ever bright.

 

I want your lips,

your fingertips

merging into me;

for only then

and then again

will hope ever be.

 

A web of silk,

thin-threaded milk

in a rhythmic sway.

The strands of life,

a man and wife

dancing still today.

Author's Note

Reviews

[willweb]

The affection and then the passion is felt deeply in this frolicking melodic poem that flows at a new and fun pace for what I have grown accustomed to from your pen. There is a deep desire woven through these stanzas, a feeling of want and need, the smiles of finding these actions and the thoughts of what should happen if it is ends. All of it touches the reader and allows them to be a part of story. Love the form of this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Linda. I adored the complete poem.
"A web of silk,
thin-threaded milk
in a rhythmic sway.
The strands of life,
a man and wife
dancing still today."
The above lines. We do need. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[John the Baptist]

Your gift for imagery is strongly represented in this offering, for I haven't seen so many evocative images in a long time. Another interesting point to me is that the work stops just short of erotica, and in some instances, such as the penultimate verse, may actually cross the line. Also glad to see an emergence from the dark side in this one. Well done.