Eric Ashford: Dances with Sophia

I want to talk of you.
Gather you up in myself
and deliver you out like a dark flower.
A radiance
lightly attired in a negligee of form.
You breathe for me
and sweeten the sinews of this life.
You speak for me
so that my words reflect your eyes.
I touch you in the delicate darkness
where your body turns over in my flesh.
I wet my fingers in your presence.
You move over my tongue
as shadow-dances of desire.
You wear me as a glove of your being
but you are also the hand that opens me
and feeds me.
I want to talk of you
but I have no images as bright or as dark
as your light
so I talk of what you are
in-between the spaces of all these words.
The golden and ebony taste
of your caress.
The subtle intoxications
and intimate pleasures
as we lay down in this room of you.
The smell of your communion
alluring my every sense.
Those moments
when I am your quickened pulse
in your singing blood,
and where I am both the singer and the song,
the dance and the dancer
of this sensual tango
of our awareness in each other.
Yet you are the colour that cannot be painted,
the word too great to utter,
the figure that cannot be drawn
but only felt as a movement of a love
so deeply involved and spun
that the loom itself is woven into the thread.
To speak of Sophia
is to surrender to her.
I can only show you the depth
from the reflected surface.
The curl and wave of her hair
in this passing phenomena of myself.

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About Eric Ashford

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