Have you found me yet?

I finally have a permanent home for my writing blog.

God, what an ordeal. But here I am.

And now...more poetry.

Slow Motion

It was in that agonizing fashion
that she twirled the cube of ice on her tongue
before she crushed it playfully in her mouth.

A small droplet of water held onto her lips
Clinging to the softness like a
stubborn dew drop on a petal...
and in a perfect world time would still
and I would stand slowly and walk around to her.

I would release the droplet from her mouth,
Release her breasts from her shirt
And claim them all for my own.

In slow motion I’d kneel before her
I’d part her
I’d bury myself in her
While gulls flew overhead, wings fluttering
And their calls muted by daylight noise
All silenced in the moment when her legs
Shimmied on my shoulders.

Her little flight to the heavens would awaken All
And the feasting around us
would begin anew as I slowly stand,
Smooth out my skirt
And make my way back to my untouched
Afternoon feast.

© Trinity Wolf