~ White Mist ~
by S. Anne Gardner
White mist….. lazy, hazy mist…. Mystery to the lover and anguish to the soul. I seek your mouth in the mist….. I crave your lips….I look for you in the dawn of this twilight…… I hear your voice in the distance and I surrender to the mystery of you.
Walking blindly …. Surer steps, walking blindly to the voice that calls my soul and renders me weak with anticipation….. walking blindly with love, longing for bewitching eyes, skin to burn, to taste ambrosia and touch the beauty of you…..walking blindly, with the hunger to know the voice that calls me from within the mist of want.
You appear and I stand before you, naked in my hunger, in your eyes I see the spark of a fire even greater than my own….we stand naked in this hunger... In your hunger I feast…. In my hunger you take…. You take what you and you alone have taken……and give what you have never given.
Lover….. kiss me…. Take me….love me….. And in turn I will take your body too; I shall take what I have only taken….I will give to you what I have never given…... in the mystery of the mist.... walking blindly…. We appear….. walking blindly…..in our hunger we find love…. Passionate, everlasting love……