Scarlet memories poem Diane Hughes
Night softly exhales with anticipation
as his ink slowly drips passion ‘pon the page;
A tempest raging in the epicenter of his desire
as words become kindling, erupting with rage!
A sensual copulation ‘tween a poet and his muse
scrolled in onyx ink ‘pon parchment of purest white;
Erotic fantasies fondled, articulately arousing
leaving him breathless in the lusty perfume of night.
She is his carnal sin, blooming in silken nights,
the persistent ache immortalized in his erotic prose;
His pen drips his soulful passion with lyrical divinity
creating ripples of love leaving his soul exposed.
He penned her into existence, giving her his heart
promising her forever in his passionate verse;
Masterfully he guided her shyness into sensuality
evoking exultant sighs, satiating his desirous thirst!
Time slowly whittled away his kaleidoscope visions
til his knotted fingers slowly penned a sad goodbye;
His muse lingers in a symphony of scarlet memories
intricately inked on fading pages, keeping his love alive.
Copyrights © Diane Hughes ~2017 …. POEM