still life:

lips

gently dilated

exposing insides

moist

receptive

to fingertip’s caress

filaments

of desire’s

sated flesh

your rhythmic

heart

beat

cheeks

the colour of blood lilies

so tender

in morning’s

fevered

blush

and the perfect

small arches

of

your

curved feet

white as an ivory

tusk

toe

nails painted

opalescent pink

you await

the bruising

of

my touch

U.V.Ray

10th August 2008

7.00 pm