Rebirth

Rebirth

Unfurling winglets,
soft and moist,
like petals born upon a budding rose,
open and close in their own time,
the rhythm and rhyme of natures subtle filigree,
caught within the wind of all that is to be.
Dry upon this summers sun,
cocooned depths, a rebirth in little steps,
delicately opening to a warmer light,
the gentle breeze of a transmogrified delight.
Slipping between the gossamer chords,
a rhapsody of transcendence,
fleeting moments of remembrance,
cast into a nimble aperture of becoming,
delicately aroused from this brief sleep,
the butterfly born from out the deep.

© Richard Michael Parker 2012



Artwork: Jaanika Talts

Fingertips

Fingertips

Harmonized fingers slip
supple thighs, yielding lips,
gasping sighs, silken hips,
inside the lovers temple.
Sweetened oils, velvet palms,
passion boils, loving arms,
the sopping licking lapping balms,
of fleshly gifts entrancement.
The ripples and the shuddering,
peeked nipples in the suckling,
the lightning and the thundering,
of an opiated dance.
The delicacy of honeyed tongues,
orgasmically each body comes,
to sweet rhapsodic heartstrings strummed,
to melt into a Sun.
I felt you come, and in the gift,
I kissed your silken fingertips.

© Richard Michael Parker 2012

Artwork: Jaanika Talts