Lost on an Indigo Trail

I sat there in a trance; the only thing pulsating more than my eyes was my soul
I sat there feeling like my soul was being ripped from an existence I’ve tried so hard to unfold
It escaped, she freed it so effortlessly, her words pulled it out reaching for her mind
Kem leaned over my shoulder and sang softly into my ear, his songs and her words were of a pristine kind
I indulged in her words, sauntered in her heart, kissed every inch I could find
She had climaxed my heart to a state I had been trying to reach for a very long time

I read as much of her poetry as I could, afraid that to much of this ecstasy would be like flying to close to the sun on the indigo wings she so carefully placed on my back
I turned around slowly as if each fragment of each second could be savored, as if each millisecond was exact
Her smile was there, her crown draped down beautifully over onto her face, I walked toward her to clutch this queen
I would wander down to her breast but could not help to return to her eyes, the first beautiful things on her that I had seen
I would penetrate her, becoming inextricable with this poetic love, if fate would not intervene
Floetry harmonized, “its getting late” there where many things that could be done now it would seem

Lauren had taught me how to handle someone of this magnitude
I destroyed all of my bastions enabled by her blessing of new passionate fortitude
My body became inflamed
I caressed her as she came
She returned the favor all the same
My tongue ran across a landscape, a mahogany, quintessence of a plain

In that moment I would live forever
The way she combined a zenith of intellectual composition with her physical body was always clever
So for the rest of eternity I lived in that moment
Creating something more than verbs and nouns could capture, in this existence I would ferment
Passion was never absent, our aurora always brilliant, on a path of continual ascent
She warranted my body, with an appetite so flagrant, stop we mustn’t, our union was nascent
She is my India, my Heather, my Lauren, my Vivian, my Floetry, and my guilty pleasure, in our quarters, my salient savant



Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock