BROKERAGE

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.