Mar 2013
Green apples grow on your tree of my lure;
Red Grape *leaves grip as parasites unaware;
Like tempting odor emerge from your face;
spread out with a rose flowery fragrance;
My whole body drenched in your eager;
Hiding the reek of sweat with my vigor;
Deep emotions float across the silent lake;
My love rhymes, while you are awake !
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
Monday, 04th March, 2013
www.williamsji.com
NOTE to readers:
*tree represents "the women body" and the *leaves, the dress She wears.
From my collection of Micro-poems, MICROTHEMES, by Williamsji Maveli
*tree represents "the women body" and the *leaves, the dress She wears.
From my collection of Micro-poems, MICROTHEMES, by Williamsji Maveli
