I'm no Sharon Olds when it comes to erotic poetry...(see prior post), but I kind of liked the imagery:
When the night surrendered
to the soft shafts of dawn
streaking up through the cloak
of velvet darkness;
Then the power of the two
…merging, blending together
speaking sensually, senselessly,
without the need for words of
need and fear and longing.
Their voices, in tune…
And, as quickly as what would be done, began…
it finished, fading…
With one, rising, giving strength to day
And one, slumbering, dreaming of
Their coupling when dusk will come again.
Crazy quote from the "Margaret and Helen" blog...completely unconnected to this post, but it tickled my funny bone":.....
"Honestly Margaret, I cannot believe that Susan Boyle went undiscovered for 47 years but that crazy Celine Dion has been wailing away for decades making millions. "