Starlight was a sailing vessel I had once. I spent some of my most fulfilling days and nights on board her. Its hard for someone, not a sailor, to comprehend how one can feel towards a thing of wood and canvas. This is my ungarded version of that feeling.

A Day With Starlight Solo

I greet her. She nods, Slowly, Imperiously.
Familiar, yet restrained.
I know her moods as she does mine.
She inclines to my touch.. softly...
We sense the change that is each other.
She is constant, always welcoming,
But with a newness, a freshness, that makes me smile.

Languidly she stretches. I clothe her; make her ready
as she immerses me in our shared liturgy.
And now.... we move.... in perfect time,
Subtle measures, no movement in excess.
A product of long knowing and loving care.
Yet another exploration of who we are; together.

We challenge the other in subtle ways.
With great respect and laughing taunts.
Touching, tentatively the extents of the other.
Delightfully probing the boundaries.

We love publicly. In full view.
But with a veiled arcane intensity.
The sum of endless encounters.
Generations of lovers hopelessly bemused in the other.

A dance without form. We move
Effortlessly, without reserve or care.
The steps not planned; not written.
Time is irrelevant. We exist in suspension;
Learning the dances and yearning for more.
From gentle waltz to passionate tango
We celebrate each other and the day.

Sated now..
We both begin the closing calm.
Slowly I dress her for sleep and quietly leave.
She, with a languid nod, warmed by the joys of the day.
I, clothed in memories of her.

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-01-19 at 03:06

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Nancy Sikora
This poem is proof that an inanimate object can have a spirit.

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ngaio Beck
Poignant and clever allegory. The successful projection of esoteric love on objects inanimate is,(I believe), the most difficult write. This piece does it with a special tenderness.

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