Sapphic

Your rainbow eye beckons me,
ease of sunlight through grass,
symphony of green
as the colours arc, a future not yet taken
in the shiver of fingers, your lips' enticement,
peach and primrose, citrus,
blueberry, gold -
so well I know the shades your flesh makes
in my star-wild dreaming -
and I wish I could touch you
while the courage is on me
and I think one day I will,
one day soon I will step out of my skin,
the weight of unimagined expectation,
and slip snake-like, huntress and prey,
into your body's gentle, drifting pasture
to take with me the taste of your breasts
on my tongue, the strange homecoming of sex
with the salt-sea swell of your rising
rocking me to shore.

Anne Brooke See www.annebrooke.com for details of her publications, including The Hit List, a novel of mayhem and murder. Click onto www.goldenford.co.uk for all the latest books and news from Goldenford Publishers, including her upcoming new novel, Pink Champagne and Apple Juice. And visit http://anneb.bloggernetwork.com for her writing journal.

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