Re-born

Full are your ample lips
and you reek of
silver gunpowder
mixed with musk and
coffee and something
so yours, it conceals my dilemma
and I can't escape, though I
don't really want to.

“Admiring the view?“ You ask,

and how can I not when
your glowing orbs are the
deepest shade of brown,
your alabaster skin smoother than silk,
hair unruly, untamed,
unlike yourself, your strong arms
secure and your existence, merely a storm
that has finally found me

and insists it's all mine.

Reviews

[screamin'ian]

"...something so yours..." succinct yet allusive; gorgeous.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Your style reads not unlike the marvelous Sara Teasdale. Women churn with creation itself, it sometimes difficult to bear their own particular fire of beauty.

I found the second stanza exceedingly strong.

[Emily B]

your poems are tall, the flight of your words swift and strong

[Hotwater]

Very poetic... very well written... most enjoyable to read. Well done.
*bird*

[....]

Such a divinly written write,
Nicely written, enjoyed!