Sunday, October 16, 2011

Still of the Past














Emerald crescent moons hover above her pink smiling lips,
cheeks flushed blushing like a red giant,
honey hair carelessly draped onto her right shoulder,
head tilted off axis just enough to invite you in,
white dwarf skin humming divinely through the hazy bar,
pearl clothes purring silently,
all other planets overshadowed by her energy,
a thin chain orbiting her supple neck,
and jade love gravitating her wrist,

we’ll kiss on that night,
despite what the morning brings.