Saturday, September 30, 2006

Night Honey

The night runs her wild honey over me.
Pressed up against my back,
pawed along thigh,

ballooned above me in sweet crustations,
sparkling breath engorged between us.

An amber moon floats sticky cells
where darkness dips and ripples.

We are soft together, she and she,
tasting edges of sugar,
spinning our trihedral forms to floss -
filaments of night and light.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Very nicely woven Moon, erotic and enticing, loved it *smile*

5:05 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

I think tirhedral is such a cool word. It's what they call the structure formed by the bee's honey cells.

8:22 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Where on earth did you pick up that bit of information *grins*.

You must watch the same documentary's as I do lol.

It is a cool word, I agree, and this would be the first poem Ive ever seen it in.

3:01 PM  

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