In the darkness of the night

[Robert M]

In the darkness of the night,
I find you,
hidden like loves scar,
that sensual scar,
that marks the entry point of you into my soul.

In the stillness of the night,
I feel you,
as your body enjoins me to find you,
to let you bind me to your words,
that are spoken through the language of your bodies actions.

In the stillness of the night,
I imbibe you,
as you gently excite my lips open,
with the gentle touch of your loves kiss,
and the explosion of your excitement,
it originates in my now excited neruons,
travels down my spine,
down to the recesses of my hips.

The hope of you,
it keeps me alive,
in the stillness of the night,
the plight of my body in solitude,
it is solved by the near fright of your body joining with mine,
as you let me drink of you at first in sips,
and you proceed to let me drink of you,
to imbibe more and more of you,
till I finally enter the sacredness of your hips,
with the entreaty of my loves instrument of care.

My broken body,
that lays in the darkness of your nights shroud,
it grows to healing,
as you metabolize the heat of my body into a heat of erotic excitation,
the metastozie and necrotize of my loneliness countered,
by the elation of my bodies elevation heating my erotic furnaces within,
that make me burn with desire for you,
this heat that heals this body,
that was utterly broken before it met the body of you.

This darnkess,
it is brighter to me,
in my minds eye,
than the brigthest day that my eyes,
they could ever spy;
as the moon of your loves power,
it shines in pale curtains over me,
enrapturing me and capturing me,
enveloping me and enviograting me,
with the might of your loves pale moons' light,
and the flight of my body,
the flight of spirit,
it takes to ascension,
in the stillness of this darkness,
that is the shadow of your bodies light.

Take me in the darkness,
take me without a care,
enshroud me in your velvet curtain of care,
take me away from the despair of my own shadow,
that follows me in the days where the might of the light of the sun,
it did not shimmer upon the tresses of your haughty crown of hair,
that cascasdes down as you drape your body over mine,
and you take away the despair of a lonely bodies disrepair.

Make this dream of your shimmer of hair,
that glistens as the sweat on your body,
make it a reality,
and I will take joy in diving into the dream of you,
to be forever lost yet enlightened,
in the loving dream that is the reality of your loves imbue.

[MoonAllure]

Very visual poem Robert, I love it......Moon

[Robert M]

:) Thanks. I couldn't find the music for this alas, in playlist. It's really too bad, imeem has EVERYTHING, it seems, available for playlists, but alot of it is limited to 30 sec samples; not any good for autoplays for poetry posts.

I love exploring unique themes in poetry. My body of metaphyiscal works, and my metaphsyical thinking helps with my love/erotic writes, and it helps to allow me to come at love and erotic writes at an utterly unique angle, with poems such as "Parallax Shift." That is essential for love and erotic poetry, as they are the genres that are written in the most. Especially with love poetry, you can end up with dreadfully simple and trite/saccharine sounding poetry. I always strive to avoid that. I think I do that well :)

I'm back to writing 2, 3 poems a day, it seems, these days. Poetry has grown utterly naturally to me. Most of what everyone sees, I write in something like 5-15 mins, and it's hardly ever edited!

Robby Baby
Poet d'amour.