Read Poem: Homecoming, by Kurtz Frausun

A field of dancing poppies,
with Morphine visions we kissed. Whispering of dreams together, through trembling lips.

Wandering in sleep’s nightly breast, I called to the future,
at my behest.

To come from the far country, Where we could grow.
And the seeds of this love,
to be so quickly sown.

On lover’s night,
I soared over the trees. With a voice of the wind, I hailed to thee.
“Oh blooming star…
…how like the flower of the sun.
Your radiance warms the barren landscape, of my soul.”
Retrouvailles, Retrouvailles

The rain fell,
and I longed to be inside you. When the first sound of thunder, rang of prophecy true.

In harmony with your orgasm,
I kissed the rain from your eyes.

My fingers through your drowning hair, your breasts decorated by watery skies.
In those fields of poppy, With your back arched…
…a reflecting pool, Finger’s swimming,
to pleasure’s battle we marched.

I could taste you,
the rain falling between your lips.
My tongue deep, twirling in your waters, between your moon and enclosed hips.
And as we finished,
drowning in the last of dream’s tears…
…I knew at that moment, For all the years.

That would come to pass, you would be by me.

In our field of poppy, each morning to rise,
as you the first dawn I would see.

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