Monday, October 31, 2011
Whiteness
Whiteness
Please, not just yet.
A sweet fragrance
in all that touches you is
unfinished.
Wait with me as I wait.
Bring your hair to me.
Your shoulders wrapped --
You fall and breathe me in.
We do not speak words.
-- in that dress tonight
yield to whiteness beneath.
The privilege, darling
of unsinned sin
is about to commit itself.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --
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1 comment:
Great poem! Vivid and visual. Thanks for sharing! Cheers! Chris
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