Sleeping In Her Mirage Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Dancing on the waterfalls of heavens gates, he finds pearls of her smile waiting for instructions.

His dandelions are blooming in nature as she transforms her nakedness to his greetings.

Secured in the warmth of her asteroid he submerges into her waters of aspirations.

Sleeping on the bed of her honeysuckle flowers she guides his movements in her pleasures.

Her rapid waters are flowing in his direction as she introduces her swift currents to his lips.

The ghost of times past infiltrated her mind of love as he surpasses her spot of ecstasy.

Free flowing in the atmosphere of his kisses she finds an escape route for her memories.

She embraces his monument of love and caresses the darkness with her speech of satisfaction.

Her hostile legs of passion are gone with the wind as she uncovers her silence with his own.

Flowing in the whirlpools of her endeavors they arrive on the wasteland of no tomorrow.

Swimming in her oasis he alerts his senses for the arrival of her typhoon that will drown his flesh.

The wind discovered his mind sleeping in her mirage for a love that the oceans classified as fantasies.

Written by Theodore Mosley
February 17,2017