THE WHISPERINGS ON VAL'EVE
By Tony Harmon
For longer than a taste
-or two
I will linger;
Lips against lips,
softly against soft.
I will linger
In eyes
-my prison,
visions of sweetness,
of sweat, of lust;
promisings of ecstasy's sin
to flower upon my decadent hunger.
Dance soft
-circles across my tongue,
around, across,
awakening and arousing whispers auctioned
in the throes of passions;
drink until my appetite is laid bare
for a moment or two.
Command my civility
-my shadow, my touch,
-my every secret;
into words spoken as prayer,
into words cried
in breaths of consummation.
Perfection
-as my own is wondered well,
countless times stabs and penetrates
the beast beyond the shatterings of humanity descent
into the salvation of the truth of desire.
