she has
the grace of ethers
exquisite
enveloped
in
the eons
encapsulated
in ecru
elegance

an

EPIPHANY

no
language
could be leveraged
to her latitude
no linguistic lay line
could place
longitude
to
her
languid
loveliness

~ she ~

dancing flower
so flawless
behind my forehead
frolicking

with
roses ravishing

in beauty
burgeoning

unbuttoning
my
breast

waltzing
out of my
brain

Venus on the
halfshell

The world is your


OYSTER


SoulSurvivor
1/20/2017