Tuesday, 24 January 2012

When you belong to me

Supple are those days touched with
the brightness of rays
and yearning for more
to adore the tenderness of the waking hours
that I caught in my arms,
with a pinch of vermilion held against my forehead

I still strive to be
to understand the nameless hours
as suasive when they are
I cant believe what I touch feel and see

I would curl my body,
touch my head to yours
and speak to you
my hearts desire
and sleep amidst
roses and petals
where we would suck the honey off
and dress in the charm of gold
when you belong to me

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