New Poem: Taraxacum

Taraxacum

S P Clark

In a park one day, the kind of day where the skies were so blue that they seemed crystal white, we met

Two inexperienced defenders of youth with lust and hormones burning with a lustre so ephemeral that any risk could insist that it could vanish

We sat

We spoke

Your name resounded honey in my ear

Your name glided upon my tongue like the sweetest breath.

My second unclothed experience; no fabric called upon to disguise my self, my body, my…ME.

As the moon began to sink and the sun aged its ascent ever closer, you placed a dandelion picked from the fields of innocence upon my slim, glabrous chest and delicately sketched your name in petals until the seeds flew through the air.

The hairs on my arms oscillated as the petals met the stem and teased bliss from the opening of my mouth. Such a delicate flower. And us. Two souls reborn. Penetrating the pregnant pause of my sensual trance.

I’ll never forget your voice expatiating the wonder of a moment shared

The unbound passion of strangers becoming one will linger long in my quiet thoughts …

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…and the dandelion will still stay dried in the memory box, hidden among the pages of unuttered words, making me smile.

© S P Clark