Secret Room
Midnight’s banished
light, I close my sodden eyes
And, once more, enter
Nida’s secret room
There, her untouched
smooth silk-skin, caressed
Brown satin flesh,
moves closer, sensually addictive
Provocative, the blind
primeval being, unseeing
Through her veil of
sleep, that betrayed many
Vanishing, wondering
wants of passioned musk nights
Without touch, or sight
to see, stirring the arousal
Like a dark breathed
caged animal, with heavy dewed
Moroccan black magnetic
eyes that open lips
As the new day’s heat
creeps lazily through
The starry quoined
window’s slits, while dawn
Mysteriously drawn by
the hand of the morning’s tide
Widens the chasm,
blurring sleep’s memory, held tight
Behind bewildered eyes,
‘til night’s chains of murmuring
Dreams, uncoil the kiss
that melts into rippled reflections
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