Relentlessly upon the waxy leaves
of summer time Mongolia trees
white blossoms fell
carried from a soft wind
to the grass fragrance laden
still from your last whisper.
The rain beats down on the velvet petals
soft as a down comforter
sensual as your own hands
setting my skin ablaze.
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
Relentlessly upon the waxy leaves
of summer time Mongolia trees
white blossoms fell
carried from a soft wind
to the grass fragrance laden
still from your last whisper.
The rain beats down on the velvet petals
soft as a down comforter
sensual as your own hands
setting my skin ablaze.
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