Threshold

Clytemnestra Aa
July 29 2015(c) 



Drain the dead of night
Tarrying Notus
To deliver an utterance of fondness
To appease your tossing and turning soul
beseech your afflatus to linger 
For a poem or two harnessing all words of passion 
And dispatch them as perfumes
Borne in a bouquet of waft
fluttering her undulating carmine hair 
As if your fingers running through each ripple 
Let your lips recite the abc of love
And she demands all the alphabet