Blackened Treo

21.5.09 blackened treo

dark skies

darker blackness

not any deeper, darker than my resting mobile

waiting...waiting for the glow of light

to bring it alive....

.......oh the message of love....

delivered

renders, relieves, releases

spasms and spasms of gusty joy...

i am thinking of you....it sings

i am missing you now, it growls....

come gently hither, i wait for you,

my love, my passion, i crave for you....

without you, i can hardly breathe,

with you i cannot 

you take my breath away

come, steal my soul again today

come, come, come....

mingle your lusty tongue with mine

you bittersweet spice

let me watch you endlessly,

let me savour you mercilessly.......

soothing, satiating, silken murmurs of your skin

glide hand in hand with my abrasions

in gay abandon...

all @ the purple rendezvous,

surrounded by the indigos, violets, and deeper hues...

of the all encompassing darkness....

darkness......

but still it rests, my bravest treo,

its i who is filled with anticipation, trepidation...

never finding emancipation from my expectation

thus forever in the vortex of my suffering emotions

imagining the radiance of light

will illuminate my mobile

and bring me the drenched text

imbued with hope

soaking my soul

with that feeling

again, again.....again.