Gordian Knot

Daylight graces my eyes like lithesome mist over the river,
Soothing my soul with the nonchalance of an autumn sun.
I am exhausted by the burning memory of midnight and you, bantam lover.
Our night sizzled with the taste of red wine and the fiery touch of Venus.
You are the Gordian knot of fervor and carnalness; lupine jaw and impish eyes.

Now I rest in simple inaneness--no desire to move,
as October tries to seduce me with its vivid images of color.
You paint my nights with the nimbleness of a master artist,
stroking me with your lips and fingers; mastering my canvas, my body.
How can night seem so short as autumn steals daylight?

Shadows absorb our secrets, as motes of dust dance in the air.
I do not fear the harsh realities of daylight and all it reveals,
for I know it is only temporary and will soon be hidden by nighttime desire.
We glide on the currents of our insidious whims, never worrying about tomorrow
for it will surely come, no matter how hard we love our primal present.

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Ever been caught up in the heat of the moment and not caring about tomorrow?