That Wild Place

there in the dark where the waxing moon’s
unearthly glow reflects upon my naked skin
and gentle breeze stirs the edge of leafy
shadow like the anxious flutter of my heart

you come to me
my fantasy

when nightly creatures and their enchanting
voice charm the very blackness with their
passionate song hypnotic and surreal
pressed together flesh to flesh

in nocturnal bliss
we kiss

so sensual and complete that tender touch
so magical the potion as lips caress
unconditional in their simplicity
lustful excess leaves undesired

needless in that wild place
as two hearts embrace

Terry Tilson lives on a small acerage in rural America, with her many pets, seen here posing with her beloved Seven. She is the proud mother of one child, her son Zachary. Much of Terry’s free time is spent in nature walking the dogs, taking pictures or writing, and has recently rediscovered her love for poetry. She also has an unwavering passion for dreaming, especially conscious dreaming, and has spent the last 12 years perfecting her natural gift. Many of her poems are strongly influenced by some of her fondest dream encounters. One favorite dream of Terry’s entitled "Called by the Bear" can be read in the book Dreaming True by Robert Moss.

Email: Terry Tilson

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