Monday, June 8, 2009

Flaming June



Many times I have slipped easily into sleep, like a soft brush into paint,

Losing myself in ochre, crimson and saffron

Like an Indian woman wearing a sari.


I confess, I've loved dreams,

Courted them and cherished them--

But Darling, now June arrives through the curtains with the morning

And I flame,

I wake with your name on my lips--

Beatrice,

Shakti,

My Own.

_______


the painting is "Flaming June" by Frederick Lord Leighton, 1895.

7 comments:

Riot Kitty said...

*fanning myself* Wow!

jinksy said...

Lovely poetry here.

Shadow said...

amazing!

Scarlet said...

Love is in the air, the water, the earth, the sangria...I love it!! :)

Mama Zen said...

What Riot Kitty said!

Daryl said...

I feel very ... very ...

... Paige said...

"June arrived through the curtains with the morning"

beautiful