For Emily....

Just one photograph A face – charm invests To spy you white Dressed in your garden of flowers among The stones of those gone before – Sensual music - pan flute lilting Permeating all that is flesh Spring wind kissing your pale body – Teasing a glimpse of nipple A shade of possibility – the sun Your shadow Its light caressing a small body – Petite with silhouetted legs Inviting – Your hand pure A breast rising as fingers spread Combing back silk black hair Fallen to cover eyes blue deep With dirt wearing hand You bend to pick a purple Iris Rubbing the stem between thumb and forefinger Touching it barely Before snapping it Off – Standing Heated tributary streams of sweat Flowing down your beauty Your flawless flesh – Gathers Finding release From pointed chin Where my tongue would With a quiver Taste of you…..

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