Monday, September 19, 2011

Poem for Today


I think of ice-cold perfume,
Tapping on the warmth of your skin.
How the vapor pours off you...
Changed, like a blend of your body and its essence.

The aroma seems like a mist of gold,

So dense,
And I fall.
Drunk and blind,
Enrobed in the stars of your champagne-filled mouth.

Sept 2011

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