The mountains mingle as snow-caps lay
blankets of beauty along a resting place.
Waves interlace finger-tips with an ocean’s
swell, and divine children parade as sea-shells.
As peacocks spy with feathered eyes,
nothing is more restless then ‘he’,
lace intertwined with the fragrance of grace,
spawned from his rib, {the} man replaced.
Like tenderness and cruelty. so picturesque.
a desirable shame laid to rest, as I loved
with-out delicious consequences. un-assuring
space-floating echo’s of nothing-ness.
And the vague glove that utters the words
of un-chained lips, a moths-breath that dewed
a chilled window pain, tinted glass that covers
draping delicacies of a worshiped heart.
While we flower in bare-foot melodies that
sing through ink stained sun-light. and the music
of scriptures under dusk set dreams. as his hands
hug mine, bodies un-wind in the lust of a summer night.
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