Your Most Holy Mouth by Susan Marie

The wind screeches thunder
like my
breath
caught,
a doe
in headlights

Your eyes
deep as night,
the velvet silken touch of eve -
your skin,
olive, tanned,
muscled arms,
around me
wrapped,
ever so loving

My legs
slender, tight
gripping your
heart
beats
fast
for the sun to rise
and rise
and shine
like Valhalla

I hear the Valkyries
scrying wondrous wishes
upon the backs
of great golden eagles
flying across heaven
as kamikazes
bringing us
golden majestic
cirrus dreams
of reams and streams
of years
of walking barefoot
together,
apart,
hand in hand
mouth to
lips
to
neck to thighs
to the middle of my
third eye
wide
open

The birds sing sweetly
for us,
the grass grows tender
as roses in November,
and the seasons bestow upon us
burnt sienna skied sunrises

And the sand in our eyes
is glitter on New Years Eve,
when the clock strikes midnight
and a new year births itself
between my legs -
your most holy mouth,

sighs

© Susan Marie