Lumeé
Lumeé stands between me and the moon
fist clenched tight and knuckles white
Her sweaty hand holding my alabaster heart
a tattooed love stone
Through gossamer shears her body silhouettes
while her palpating heart beats for my ears
Her long flowing locks are coloured with sun
framing, soft love-filled eyes
With knotted stomach and flowing tongue
she weaves words that aim for your head
Contagious thoughts, sprinkled with smiles
such gorgeous frontal lobes
Lumeé dances a storm, all to herself
she whirls, dips and pirouettes
While thoughts of us dance in her head
fuelling a musical heart
Lumeé you make it so easy
While sometimes life makes it hard
Your happiness is my one payment
I’m so glad you are who you are
Fantastic imagery used here Steve - -sensuality at each bend and turn of the lines - - I love the conclusion you use of in this piece of postive assurance - - " I am glad you are who you are". A very warm read.
Reminds me of Eve of St Agnes by Keats. Words give way to images fluidly, a soothing poem that gives peace to the soul. Thanks, glad I came across your work.