Thursday, December 18, 2014


Tonal teases
From lips like syrup,
Creamed with laughter.

Scents of the orient’s
Most fragrant climes,
Intense and musky.

Skin soft and smooth -
A maiden’s downy armour -
Stretched across
The strain of time;
Folded into clefts
And curves
That invite caresses
And insist upon kisses.

Eyes like facets
Of the blackest onyx
Shining beyond shining.

Hair as dark
As the sky at night
Swept up in astral swirls.

But, above all,
Your smile,
Which broke me down
And brokered our love;
And made such mischief
With my withered heart
That I was never
The same again.

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