Heat builds, swirling from my trembling navel,
Extending down to bare feet, toe ring pressing hard into the sheets...
A moan escapes quivering moistened lips...
Fists grabbing hair, or pillows, or raising helplessly above my head during the sweetest of assaults.
The desperate pleas as the world turns black, a surging swell of bliss..
And then disruptive harmony in the form of a kiss, so deep and raw...it takes me away from my ecstatic plunder,
I would scream with angst at the loss of your mouth....upon such tender, other folds..
If the taste of me in your mouth did not also make my soul and flesh shiver.
Nothing exists in these forgotten hours, riding the waves as they dip from fingertips to writhing hips and beyond all limitations of those...such physical things..
Down and up, heated throes of beautiful ‘firsts’ and tragic lasts all wrapped in a single bow....
A tear falls down my cheeks as the world implodes, exhaling stars and heavens and sun and dreams, of days long past and yet to come,
But as the burning green and blue open once again....I am alone.
--Ode to a vivid dreamer.....
The Tear of Grief --Zurab Tsereteli