Seeing your photograph, I melted
like a whisper upon your tenderness.
like a whisper upon your tenderness.
I see the composition of a lover,
with curves of desire and hair of fire
and flesh to etch poems upon
with lips known to inspire.
with curves of desire and hair of fire
and flesh to etch poems upon
with lips known to inspire.
grrr!
ReplyDeletei love that line!
"...flesh to etch poems upon"
Thank you. I hate that I have to wait for those phases to just randomly come about in my head and that I cannot seem to create as well with effort and earnest trying.
DeleteThank you again for reading.