Emily

by Cassandra Langer

So shall I rain down kisses
Upon you tracing the sweet cascading
Line of your throat’s curving
Water flowing towards all the
Yet to be discovered places
My mind travels looking at you
Eyes sliding away from imagining
Through the half shadows
From which you are emerging

The old fear shoots
To the surface
My face barely covers it
I cast down my eyes
Folding them tight
Over vibrating vulnerabilities
That threaten to shatter the bland fa’ade
My pulse races, my heart thunders
As I shift into passionate explorations
Raising the stakes
Always the gambler.

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Cassandra Langer, is a poet and artist living in Jackson Height, New York.