Sep 2015
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.
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.
