10-07-2015, 04:10 AM
If the wind flowed through the sleeping trees at rest
and, while brushing their skin, it spilled out your name,
their leaves would be rustling it to the east and the west
calling for you in the darkness when silently seeking your frame.
I would be whispering for you like those leaves in the wind there,
and the planet and the universe would reverberate to the sound;
their pulse echoes through to you till stripped bare
in the air and the ground their calling is found.
The world sighs of you when you're sleeping
and it sings when you rise and you're touched by the sun;
the day is hoping for you and the flesh you are keeping
longing to feel you again all said and done.
Your body provides warmth and pleasure unbound,
it tastes like a passion, intense and erect;
your hands grasping and searching then are found,
holding on and pressing in ecstatic content.
and, while brushing their skin, it spilled out your name,
their leaves would be rustling it to the east and the west
calling for you in the darkness when silently seeking your frame.
I would be whispering for you like those leaves in the wind there,
and the planet and the universe would reverberate to the sound;
their pulse echoes through to you till stripped bare
in the air and the ground their calling is found.
The world sighs of you when you're sleeping
and it sings when you rise and you're touched by the sun;
the day is hoping for you and the flesh you are keeping
longing to feel you again all said and done.
Your body provides warmth and pleasure unbound,
it tastes like a passion, intense and erect;
your hands grasping and searching then are found,
holding on and pressing in ecstatic content.
''Do I look civilized to you?''