The Saint Symphonic Streets
Where are we now ?
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Her Portrait
Green stones
adorned with eyes
the softest skin
my hands have ever
touched
a neck where lips
rest deep
and deposit
a kiss
hair like an undiscovered
waterfall at night
trickling down her shoulders
a smile so pure
a fire ablaze
on her porcelaine skin.
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