Shimmering whisps of gold and silver
weave your mane
haloing your charmed and gracious face
budded in rose lips curled north
your violet eyes shine mirrored
as a still lake softly rippling your essence
brewing, we spill ourselves on tall grass
opaque pearls drape your porcelain shoulders cascading
across your silk
follow me to the end of the blowing branches
scratch the sky in tandum as I stroke the tender
velvet of your heart and song
I hold with amazement as you
render me breathless
I desire the sheer motive of your brass core
trembling to be found
kiss me full and ripe
let me touch your heat and cascading love
tangle with me in linen swells
as I bow at your perfect arched foot
delicately resting above
my whole world where I spread before you my heart
my darling,
you are too precious for this earth
too kind for this weeping ground
too decent for this harbor of red pumice grief
The tainted world is tiny at your feet
shabby and vulgar in its tempest
you rise above the quakes of foul and breathe sweet
air into the lungs of my sanity
let me fall into your jungle of tender colors
eclipsing any shadows that might fall
and save me!
as I sing and fold
inside your
perfection
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