the tunic slid down off her
supple ******* the milk
and honey of my hungry eyes, slow flutter-
-by like butterfly kisses,
eyelashes on my heart's now fevered skin,
for skin, yea, all i'd give,
to touch smooth porcelain-like
vase, or marble Venus, statue-
-esque I stand, attentive now she covers-
-up, i too take cover, diverting
eyes, in opposite directions carrying
the weight of just one moment
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
the tunic slid down off her
supple ******* the milk
and honey of my hungry eyes, slow flutter-
-by like butterfly kisses,
eyelashes on my heart's now fevered skin,
for skin, yea, all i'd give,
to touch smooth porcelain-like
vase, or marble Venus, statue-
-esque I stand, attentive now she covers-
-up, i too take cover, diverting
eyes, in opposite directions carrying
the weight of just one moment
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
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