By X
Date: 12 November 1998

I Conjure You

I conjure you before me in the night
To dance the purple residue of dreams
Then sink with your two arms around me tight
Like tremble rushing swollen summer streams
Of hunger lunging lips to other lips
And roll the luscious slowly 'cross my tongue
To draw the rhythm movement to your hips
And leave no low moan melody unsung
My thoughts gone seed conceived in your dark earth
Till love that rooted pierced into the core
Of yielding hearts that blossomed fire to birth
Consumed in every moment even more
This fantasy that flowers in my mind
Springs from the truth and grows too wild in kind