Silken
A poem of love
I long to feel your silken touch,
and then reciprocate,
we are two swans on the raft of life,
adrift upon the lake.
We softly whisper to each other,
the words all penetrate,
deep within our inner souls,
each breath we emulate.
We float afar to hidden shores,
then drift into the mist,
and cling close in each other’s arms,
then lips are softly kissed.
Your rapturous and deep embrace,
hold me in heavens grip,
my senses are all sharpened,
I daren’t not move or slip.
In metamorphic memories,
we hold on to each other,
for me there is nobody else,
and for you never another.
As swans we hover on the lake,
in perfect unison,
swan lake our dance and symphony,
a synergy of song.
In between the night and day,
there is another land,
where we can love in peace,
and remain close at hand.
Your silken touch upon my skin,
eclipses ecstasy,
and stays with me for evermore,
the ultimate intimacy.
©
David Rudder
12th July 2020
