Poetic Rhapsody

   Sable Nights

Swaying ... back and forth,
gently pushing the gazebo swing
with one bare foot ... I am mesmerized
by whispers of summer's eve.

The wrap of night is warm as sable,
enfolding me in sensuous comfort.
Its kiss of breath caresses my cheek
with the sensitivity of a lover.

The sweet scent of clematis
tickles my nose as its clinging vines
entwine the gazebo posts,
their lustre muted by dusk. 

Hugging one knee to my breast
and one toe pumping the swing,
I recline my head,
close my eyes ... and dream.

He comes to me,
with all the beauty of Adonis,
slowly wending his way through
flower-fringed paths in the garden.

A shimmering mountain
of taut muscle and firm flesh,
stepping with assuredness, yet
unaware of his raw masculinity.

My heart opens to him
as rose petals to the warmth of sun
and with the fluidity of unfurling silk
I melt into his embrace.

He cups my face in his hands,
his touch ... strong, yet gentle,
moist lips touch the corner of mine;
he owns finesse in his tenderness.

Without speaking, our eyes
confess the secrets of our hearts
and we are wrapped in a cocoon
of intense devotion.

Hearts intertwine as arm in arm
we drift into the mists,
strengthened by love and commitment,
but only on sable nights ... when I dream.

Cathy Bollhoefer~              
copyright March2005                                          

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   A MOMENT OF BLISS

Your arms enfold me with a silver
ankh, the circle of love birthing bliss.
While mirrored in the eyes
anointed with passion's myhrr,
unified aurora taps our soul.
With your finger you playfully
fret the capricious dimple
on my cheek and my lashes drop,
molten perceptions are aroused by hunger.

Your lips, light as fairie wings, light my temple;
Fingers tangle silken strands beckoning your caress;
Bodies entwine, damp from profound emotions
as a breath of warm moistness assails my lips.

...you hesitate, as though shy

Suddenly your warmth mingles with mine,
the dissonance of deep guttural ecstasy harmonizes,
and petals from Rilke's Rosebowl spill forth
to drift softly on the breath of our sighs.

Cathy Bollhoefer~
copyright Dec2004

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NIRVANA'S NECTAR

A tender peach clings to bough
waiting to ripen and softly swell,
provoking a desire
to taste ambrosia's fruited wine.

An aromatic tease to senses,
a flavor that orchards mock.

A blush of color stains
velvet flesh, inviting fingers to
trace along it's firm roundness.

Not to indulge the offering
is to let a succulent sweetness
wither on the vine.

Delicately strip the outer layer
exposing juicy nectar within;
Feel its thirst-quenching essence
drip onto the tip of the tongue...

inviting taste buds to
another nip of passion's fruit.

Savor the fleshy richness,
honeyed taste on lips and
juices dripping from fingers.
Delight in the fruitful harvest,

moaning enraptured sighs.

Cathy Bollhoefer~
copyright Jan2005

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