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The Embrace a poem
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The Embrace is copyright 1993 by
Jason D. Carr
The Embrace
The candles slowly fade dark,
The liquid wax smothering the flame.
Briefly I can see your eyes,
Green shimmering perfection
That almost swallows me whole.
Dark hair falling carelessly,
Weaving like so many strands of silk.
Gentle lines curving into a form,
A delicate face holding emotions
That swell as the tides crest and recede.
Warm skin moves across my arm,
Raising tiny hairs with excitement.
A pulsing heart races within me,
Pushing warmth through my hands
To meet your caress in earnest.
Sweet breath falls across my face,
The scent of rose petals it seems to be.
A gentle kiss exchanged on cheeks,
Sending a flash of heat throughout
Me that asks if you are asking.
Are you asking me in a silent way,
That way women ask gently to be kissed?
Are you hinting at more than a peck,
Hinting at an embrace that would take
Our new friendship just past that border?
Images flash through my mind in succession,
Scenes of past and future that question to be.
Images that ask a silent question,
Scenes that make my mind shudder and
Then make my soul afire.
In an instant the questions are gone,
Lost to the beginning of a gentle contact.
Images are burned away into shadows,
Moving quickly out of my mind
As your soft lips contact mine.
Suddenly nothing is real and everything is,
Nothing becomes what everything should be.
It seems as though the world has tipped,
Questions become answers and then back
To questions that will be put away for now.
The warmth burns up through me,
Taking the whole of what I am with it.
I feel you there so close and warm,
Pulling all that I am and feel
Towards you and accepting it.
The warmth turns fiercer,
Moving to pull us both closer.
Sensations block everything out,
Only you and I exist in this
Particular world we created.
After the fire dims to an ember,
The embrace loosens slightly.
Sensations and reason begin to return,
Slowly a feeling of comfort seeps in
To bond myself and you.
As the candles are put out,
We too slowly slip into thought.
The feelings of comfort are obvious,
Trust and Friendship flow a bit deeper
Into a relaxed ease with you in my arms.
For K.C.S.
June 2, 1993
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