my night of love....

it was my night of Love...
so picturesque …
& blooming… like the mind
wet grass everywhere..fount of all inspiration
soul music…sad silence,
death peace,
new waves…& old waters
-marital dreams….
& Clean shreds of broken glass
it was my satanic night..
oh Kama..kama…
I never wanted any of this
to end..to ever remain in
the presence of myself
…..

….to grasp and kiss a
tender moist breast
..gray, blue, black,
tears and me…
fragrances to allievate the
pain of my heart,
and the heat between
the sky and this earth
…so much Kama in Love
To cuddle the child in Her,
To hold forth the Love and
Kama in Her….
unknowing of whom I caress,
like an uncaring child
and an unborn thought
…in the womb…

this was my night of Love
….like a first…
Sweet and sad…
Nay melancholous…
….Virginal
…exciting yet peaceful…
Natural…..Aaaah…

& I was the night….
And a
Dream…amidst the
Clouds and within the rains..
floating among the pines…
I was Dark and It was
Bright…….I
….It….Lust…

by: the lone boatman