Saturday, August 30, 2014

Daphne's Call 

the willow’s breeze wisps painted dreams
lacquered in frozen liquids past
the dusk in my toes. 

steadily, the blood of a rose
perches upon sealed lips—

Daphne’s enchanting sweet stirs: 

she summons me toward roots
of her laurel. we sway
in amorous silence—

the seduction of beauty,
passion’s vagary—
my heart’s great compass. 

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