Her eyes are like the jewels dotting the sky

Skin soft as silk I like to touch

Her lips burst red, wild and untamed

She is majestic, exalted and struck by the sun

 

A cool fire burns in this savage’s hold

Her silky skin soothing but also a torch

Her lips open like a flower wanting to be known

I bask in her glory, until shot by a gun

 

Alas I should wake with dawn’s bullet in my eye…

 

Forever perhaps will she always be the

Stars and the silk but a thorn-ridden red rose

Set upon a vast, nocturnal sea

 

It is likely perhaps she always only be

A nightly, temporary and torturing illusion

That fatally blunts the woken me.

 

 

All Rights Reserved © March 2017 John J Vinacci

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