Monday, August 10, 2009

True North

(I wrote like a fiend while I was away....)

Oh how I love your bones.
Solid skeletal
formations beneath
hard muscle,
sinew, soft mounds fleshy.
Kissable,
every inch
of crumbling into me.
You take root deep
within
where the fire burns.
Slow,
but constant energy.

And, oh,
how I love that
crown
of hair, your
shading canopy
restful.
Let me bliss your beauty.
Let me roll myself in your flesh
please
let me
awaken to you.

The compass points to home.

9 comments:

Margo Moon said...

And that kinda compass doesn't lie.

Ang said...

awesome writing I love it.

MakingSpace said...

Yes.

greg said...

Really lovely

Maria said...

I'm guessing you kind of liked her...

Camlin said...

Funny, when I wrote it, I didn't think I was writing it for anyone in particular...I was walking through fest and the first line kept running through my head...so i went to my tent and wrote it out.

~seelenschmerz~ said...

another great piece, Camlin!

Margo said...

Uh, Hi - What the hell took me so long to become a faithful follower? I don't know.

Windy calls me her True North.

I'm hooked.

Camlin said...

Thanks all :)