Sep 25, 2012

The Proposition

Far in day
sun sets to rest
brows lift the moon
I gaze under night's watch

In awe , I beam for you
cascading silk lashes
dampened hairs- unfolding
strawberry patches

Like skin rash,
draped in caramel
drawn to red prisms
a superb horizon before me

And so I crisp
impose on softening
Apollo's naked feet
searching the Eremites
for secret passage ways

Yes, the mensch endure
I've heard in storms
Still, I'll interest til morn
illicit but your moist touch
nectarine pallet of tangibles

May I convene, woo with magic
tomorrow is unsure, like tomorrow
and today is belonging for us
my sweet ravine, I assure

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