*The terracotta shines in the westerly sun
when the man and the woman
fly on the temple courtyard
on the wings of time.*
She touches the sculptured kiss
He stares at the ample breast
She blushes at the frozen mount
He awes at the curve and crest
She feels a longing to be his
He wishes seizing her for a kiss.
*Shadows grow long on the burnt clays,
time to go separate ways.*
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
*The terracotta shines in the westerly sun
when the man and the woman
fly on the temple courtyard
on the wings of time.*
She touches the sculptured kiss
He stares at the ample breast
She blushes at the frozen mount
He awes at the curve and crest
She feels a longing to be his
He wishes seizing her for a kiss.
*Shadows grow long on the burnt clays,
time to go separate ways.*
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