passion emblazoned

october 1994
i sleep lazily, yet my heart waketh;
for thou art comely in my dreams.
visions of thy countenance persist
amidst the silent lucidity of twilight.
thy lips blushing are as threaded scarlet,
which bind carefully, my rented soul.
their soothing taste is as the potion
of ivory milk and honey unfiltered.
thou hast locks bewitched of pure silk,
dancing sprightly upon thy shoulders.
my fingers sift skillfully through them,
and melt fadingly into an eternal limbo.
thy vestal eyes lustre as fiery opals,
mesmerizing those who gaze curiosly within.
aglow, they subtly articulate expressions
liberated by lifeblood instilled in thee.
d. e. storey