About The Blog

Arthor Journer is my pen name.
"Arthor" comprises "art" + "Author" while "Journer" defines the journey that I was on and continue to travel.
In this blog is the emotional byproduct of this journey.

"Rites of Art" is the title because it is my "writes" of passage.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Midnight Passion

All the world has faded to sleep,

The stars hail the moon’s return.

Emotions become restless from so deep,

As the spark of passions burn.

Your body now wrapped in my arms,

Your heart surrounded by my charms.

A kiss for hands that climb your mountains,

Tasting waves that dance from afar.

Fingers caress the forming fountains,

That drip from your sweating heart.

Feet dance on the sands of your soul’s shore,

Every nerve is awakened by the pleasure.

Fireworks explode in our mind’s skies,

Our silence loses its sense of time.

Bliss overwhelms the strength of our eyes,

As pulses beat in rhythm with love’s rhymes.

Clothes carpet the ground our skin now bare,

Yet no fear or apprehension is here.

My body one with yours a sweet repose,

Ecstasy beyond words that I can sing.

Only the movement of the waves or scent of a rose,

Or the joy and peace a gentle breeze could bring.

There we lay blossoming like fresh flowers,

No mind for the moon’s glare or passing hours.

1 comment:

Byron D said...

"Midnight Passion" I might have to use a couple of these lines not in a poem but in conversation.(real talk) that's a nice piece but I especially like the Art that accompanies these piece the winged woman or Angel is Beautiful!