Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

like dionysian weavers
tatting flags
in immortal chaos
dreams grasp at hungry eyes

whose irises have lost
the color of brilliance,
i love the coarse courage
that turns your gears

the orchestration
that insists they mesh
the venom of truth
spewing from the faucets

they cannot be shut off,
your orphic trumpet
sounding the charge
in the gathering of constellations

I am born again
in the stretto of your random generosity,
happiness, oh happiness
you are so seductive

your inviting see-through body
your sexy diaphanous dresses
the curiosity
when I pull you close

when i wrap my arms around you
fondle the curves of your back
with my eager hands
I'm left standing there looking at my palms

how do I know it is you
i am hugging ?
it's so simple....
I smell your perfume

Good poem, interesting take on the theme.