I hear it echo from distant dreams
soft chaunting hymns beckoning me
to return to its harmonic flame.
I see it shimmer through shards of light
beyond my reach, inviting me
to gaze into its radiating eyes.
I feel it caress from bewitching disorder
tempting my heart, luring me
to risk the soultouch sense of a kiss.
I taste it from memories of feasts
wild sensuous morsels, enticing me
to graze from a buffet of love offerings
I inhale it, fragrance of warm skin
lingering in breathless air, persuading me
to transform beyond intoxicating bliss.
Not yet, I say.
I'm not ready to risk that kind of love again.
Let it linger all around me.
Let me gaze and graze on my own.....
I need time to explore territories
untouched, unseen, unknown.
I need time to clear away cobwebs and conjure up new dreams
before I step out of the woods
and into the garden where true love grows.
The word at Sunday Scribblings is LOVE. It's been a long time since I took part in this weekly exercise. Good to stretch the creative juices again......... for more offerings, here is the link to their blog.