in response to the following lovely comment left for languid (mornin', Sweeting):

"my fingers slid down the natural gradient
stretching the skin in all the more sensitive
felt as a soft moan might pad on a sheet
intent on some scheme or hunt

for the indistinct hollow
nested in foam shallows

I grip your sparrow tail
in serene slow motion
but sleep slips through to still
take flight
an action which escapes into inaction
when a feather touches your dawn light
and passion reclines in your beautiful notion"

Alhambra

a stranger in the seraglio
behind pierced screens
of story-spells carved
in pale white marble
enclosing the baths

you watch me
through perfumed fragrant steam
breathless, but not replete

a brand new odalisque, I
beckon the palace eunuchs
to trace your words
in henna
upon my palms and feet

sated
with play
with canto et respondu




- kmf (RedSonja)