Momentary Lapse of Season has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to Rust by Dance With The Dead.
Listen to Momentary Lapse of Season by Richard Charles Stevens (Rust Suite)
I close my eyes in height of all four seasons
Simply
Sigh
My dear
.
Beneath the moonlit sky
In land afar from space and time
Our eyes meet only briefly
While our smiles tilt most discreetly
Sipping my Boulevardier
I’m ever so tempted to pull you in near
Plant a soft kiss on your cherry red lips
Return with a sweet souvenir
.
Every last nerve trembling to taste your body’s tears in kind
Tear asunder bedroom thighs and plunder the celestial prize
How I yearn to taste the grape no wrath could ever sour
Learn the secret blush of your intoxicating flower
Feel the surge of nectar as your petals then unfurl
Bid this searching flame of mine devour
(Bookend hearts forevermore embrace)
Feel the surge of nectar as your petals then unfurl
Bid this searching flame of mine devour
.
I close my eyes in height of all four seasons
Simply
Sigh
My dear
.
Struggling just to contain myself here
For my gasoline heart is ablaze
Naturally keen to stake claim on terrain
That is famed for its grandeur and range
Hazy shades of you are all I see
All I see is lady of self-evident demure
.
Skies shift gently overhead
Offering a blessing to undressing the restraint in scant remains
To the moon a silhouette of two expressing one reflection
Every sinew threshing from the flesh to mesh in braid
Enslaved by prepossessing smile that hangs like fine art from a face no frame could ever hope in vain arrest
Abreast of every part of me that lends curate to masterpiece
With every part of me the very best
.
One delicate kiss
The lingering spritz
Of whispering bliss
To my tingling lips
As the sand martins chirrup
My heart turns to syrup
Intermingling amidst the reminisce of harp strings fingered
.
Struggling just to contain myself here
For my gasoline heart is ablaze
Naturally keen to stake claim on terrain
That is famed for its grandeur and range
Every last nerve trembling to taste your body’s tears in kind
Tear asunder bedroom thighs and plunder the celestial prize
How I yearn to taste the grape no wrath could ever sour
Learn the secret blush of your intoxicating flower
Feel the surge of nectar as your petals then unfurl
Bid this searching flame of mine devour
.
The lark and the kingbird
Face windward unhindered
And invert their wingtips
To curtsy the mystics
Concur with one delicate kiss
Reaffirmed by the light which exists
Concur with one delicate kiss
Reaffirmed by the light which exists
.
Gliding fair skies realised
By sheer size as they give rise to the twin spires of reprise to sightless scene
Blind eyes with the insight to foresee a theme redeemed from the abiding tide of centuries
Adventurously preened
For every feather of forever tethers readily to breed
Through reverie
Togetherly it heeds
For one delicate kiss
To never cease
Tis no more elegant a wish
Than to proceed
.
One delicate kiss
And my lips curl to delight the taste
Resistant to the slightest taint
A vision stained in fine white lace
Sensual
In excess of existential
Charmed of grace
Palm to palm
Forever ornamental
Face to face
.
Fingertips to fingertips
Pulsing wrist to wrist
To shift dear liquids clear of thrift
Frontier the continental drift
Then disappear into the mist
To pioneer a brisk airlift
With span of transatlantic swift
And redefine romantic myth of steepened flight
.
Struggling just to contain myself here
For my gasoline heart is ablaze
Naturally keen to stake claim on terrain
That is famed for its grandeur and range
.
Skin to skin
Herein to bleed
To dig in deep and interleave
To mesh the flesh of seed caressed
Abreast of courage then addressed
To see undressed the petals blessed to nourish in unfurl
Bid them flourish as they twirl
And thus encourage gleam of pearl
.
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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