The Long Caress

The touch that’s slow across the skin
And traces every pleasured nerve,
The breath that’s found in quickening
And all that focused sense can serve

The slow unfolding of the dark
That leads to color mixed in light –
The sunset of a winter day
That glories in the verging night

The vision quiv’ring on the edge
Of silence-blended melding flesh;
The long caress that seals the heart,
And starts love up again,

Picture credit: © Balaikin | – Sunset In Winter Wood Photo

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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