Published Mon Jan 07, 2019 | Posted in Poetry | By Linda Jenkinson |
I don't live in the gray world
nor in the black and white.
I am neither a waif of dawn
nor an enchantress of twilight.
I am merely a woman,
in the Indigo of night.
Come, bring me your dark dreams
and I will make them mine
As we lay in the velvet of midnight
our bodies tangled, entwined.
Come bring me your passions
Let me hear again
The orgasmic songs of lusty souls
Caught in love's refrain