Together
A cleave with Tamyka
Her, him…him, her — inextricably linked.
Dark years dragged by, and still,
They stood, united, hand in hand
In night’s slack tide, bound them together
With wreaths of shared memories,
To blood, to this mellifluous moment.
Trailers of mist steamed in a soft cloud
Of gossamer, her breath hanging on a wispy frame
Enveloping both in a dreamy fog that
Swirled and gathered into cumulonimbi above.
Whispered soft words of love
And without sighs falling,
Blooms of desires, known sans words
Lingering in long-hidden hollows;
Peeked out from the cloud, enticing.
She wavered, and he,
Lost in lust, their lips met gently, swiftly.
The darkness called up to them, two
Souls lost in the exquisite transcendence of
Lovers in the silent crushing. Two lost hearts,
Reciprocal desire thundering through each,
Four trembling hands, and four quivering lips,
Electric arcs of intoxication raced,
Breaching the once-solid wall between worlds
Coalescing life, the universe, everything, to
Shattering time’s continuity: forever became just
A point, of sated insatiable love;
An arrow, oh-so misguided, yet flying true.
This piece is part of the Cleave Chain collaboration on Chalkboard. To continue the cleave chain, copy my part of the cleave from the original post here
The base poem can be found at:
