By Linda Dominique Grosvenor <GrosvenorD@aol.com>
Date: 29 May 1999

Naked

Laying peeled down nude
wrapped in the loveliness of words
that join us delicately like commas
describe us like adjectives
and move us like verbs.
Lips greeting, thighs meeting
the scent of you creeps in me.
Lips assuming the rest of you
would give in too,
is what you proposed too soon?
In your head, where constantly cleave,
spill your fancied thoughts
in the valley of my fears.
I'm defenseless now, as I vow
I'll never leave this comfort of bliss
my love will remain the same
only the seasons will change
I promise you,
in the nude.