Stargazing Poet

taste of salt air and nectar'd apricot brandy

musky scent of silken satin sheet'd sin

lips bruised of unfurled ecstasy

coral fire in the loins ignited rapturous essence 

eyes glistening in the moment of a little death

soul of  a poet on the edge of reflective verse

once chosen     surrender in zest's soulful unveiling

blithely trapped stargazing unto eternity's sublimity

Reviews

[Dispersus]

and POOF !, we're airborne..."little death"...understood

thank you Frieda

Peace

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The first two lines are simply sublime! The ill iteration trips excitedly off the tongue in a frenzy of arousal.

[rhythm&blues]

This is sublime, I really like "soul of a poet on the edge of reflective verse" wonderful job.