Thursday 19 January 2017

CONSUMED

She whispers to me 
On the vagrant winds
Her smiles dancing 
In her voice that sings
Enraptured
I sigh. 

Racing on clouds 
White wisps that trail 
I watch her pass 
Struck by her beauty frail
Delightedly
Floating by. 

Among the stars she plays 
Her game of love solitaire
Her throne the sickle moon 
Flower crowns in her hair 
Queen of hopes, 
In paradise. 

I adore her beckoning eyes 
In ecstasy I am drowned
Her lingering scents….
I’m lost, never to be found
With tenderness
She gratifies.

Boy oh Boy,
How I love my life!

MS




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