Transcend

Where tongue transcends torso,

I gasp in the grasp

of longing.

Lust and love

leave one lost and languishing

in the limbo of anticipation’s lull,

a seeker of the storm that soon

should break in the brilliant blue

and black, surrendering skies;

my rapture rediscovering

itself inside electrifying eyes.

Gypsy-fingers journey

hallowed hills and highlands,

sojourning south in search

of your fabled forest’s fringe,

where a luscious lagoon lays

a warm, wet welcome

like a will-o-wisp, wooing

wisdom, will and want.

I sail the seas of your soul,

following each ebb and flow,

sinking to the song

of a siren’s smile,

‘til I am no more

than a supine shipwreck

swept onto a sudden shore,

as several summer stars

blossom on the blessed glow of this night.