I dream you naked
distant as a star,
shining without fright
on my solitary life.
Brazen is my creed
to drink on this
succulent need.
Alone, I cry unheard
as ancient cares
drift into space.
But if we come as one,
in a burning blaze
dispelling convention,
I will show you
what is wild and unfenced,
modesty dispensed.
Alexis: A little racy there–look out! Whoa!
On Wed, May 14, 2014 at 12:07 PM, Brecon Nomad
Oh, I hope that it isn’t too overtly racy…!