buttercups

[robynwildchild]

she
felt the flesh of my hand
and noticed the bones
that connected to the ligaments
that bore a caligraphy of components
that made up the fabric of my being
kissing
and carressing the very nerve endings
in so much need of attention
from being burned
and scraped at the soul

buttercups and daisy's couldn't make her more crazy for me
sweet eyes swayed in the the moonlight
under the willow trees
as she looked at me with overt longing

magic in delight
bashful and sprite
we couldn't hold a conversation
sputtering along without reservation
embarrassed that one of us would say something to reveal the truth

and then she did....
bouncing back and forth from sunset to sunrise
my eyes
hid their enlightened surprise
another day to all that's wise
we will sing the song of naked sundance beyond the stars

 

[WickedEve]

I like the descriptions in the first stanza with the bones, ligaments, etc. Then it moves into stanza two away from nerve endings and into buttercups. Well, it seems to work. There are some really good phrases in this one.