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

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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