Intimate Stranger

[virtuoso]

Your, brushing lens stroke my ebony locks

The fibers bristle from the static friction,

then settle back into their coiffed grooves,

as twilight sunbeams trawl down my lattice,

then disperse into the immersing shadows



After an interval, you cast a soothing glance

Your soft eyes warm my basted cheeks,

as Lava lamp bulbs, streaming my way

heating the waxy gloss on my face,

mellowing, rose petals blush brightly,

until your orbs descend my horizon



In due course, from your deep, dark lids

a cosmic glint radiates into my orbit

A meteoric wave hurdles in my direction

showering my pallid neck with sparkling dust

illuminating the graceful creases, delicate seams

My neck arches upward as a majestic spire,

then settles back into place as the dust

trail scatters into the icy stillness



After a brief pause, frothy flares explode my way

striking the sealed flanks of my bosom ramparts

The flashing powder-burns titillate my swelling paps,

then the shocking glare fades seeping into the

tranquil abyss

[Delta40]

I felt rather lost in all the silk and powder of the poem - its flamboyance. Some poems are meant to be read while others would do far better when performed. This imho is one of those.

[virtuoso]

It is a descriptive poem. Maybe overly so! I guess to each his own! Sorry it did not titillate your taste buds. I appreciate your honest, unabridged opinion. I guess I am a sentimental sucker!