Phoenix Rising We move gently, Initiating the sacred dance. My heart beats In ancient rhythm as your hands Slowly trail down my body. I rise above you, My eyes locked with yours, My fingers clutched in your hair. My hips rock against yours, Then I sink Down, sheathing you in liquid fire. You tremble beneath me. Our passion rises A newborn phoenix lifting Its wings from the ashes, Quenching its thirst, bathing In our sweet ambrosia. Dena L Moore May 8, 2001 Phoenix Rising appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Phoenix Rising We move gently, Initiating the sacred dance. My heart beats In ancient rhythm as your hands Slowly trail down my body. I rise above you, My eyes locked with yours, My fingers clutched in your hair. My hips rock against yours, Then I sink Down, sheathing you in liquid fire. You tremble beneath me. Our passion rises A newborn phoenix lifting Its wings from the ashes, Quenching its thirst, bathing In our sweet ambrosia. Dena L Moore May 8, 2001 Phoenix Rising appears in my collection, Fluidity of Creation, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 5, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
