Emancipation
by Saulander Evans
Wind blowing through my hair
Tickling the pleasure sensors
Within the mind; the scent
Of a rose duly described on
One page elicits a long sigh;
Anticipation.
The pulsing rhythms of
Thrumming drums, instruments of wind,
Strings that soothe the soul then
Smooth away past inhibitions
Renewed tribal instinct transformed;
Sensuality.
Three o’clock whisperings
In my ear whilst the rest of the
World slumbers beneath sheets
In ignorance of the pleasures
We share together, you and me;
Sexuality.
Respect of bygone days
When body and soul understood
That life, liberty and
Pursuit of happiness was what
Led to the ultimate reward;
Emancipation.