If I could love in words
I’d write a sestina
As long as her legs,
filter it in sepia
silk sheets shrouded in a vignette.
She is a maze
I need to understand,
again,
before I breathe.
Her body,
lines of iambic pentameter
rhyming in my head.
I gasp
in complete stanzas.
I want
her hair,
tangled metaphors lost in
ornate vines,
splayed on my pillow.
Her eyes,
drops of moonlight
painted by angels,
encased in gold.
Her body’s a sonnet
I want to wrap around me
while I spew pathetic
poetry,
unfit
to
touch
her.
SO beautiful!
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LOVE this!
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Great work
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Beautifully written. : )
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