Luscious Summer
She drifts lusciously ---
eyes tracing a window filled with orange stars
where rows of flowers bend into a dance,
summer reflects who i am through midnight hours
relishing the deep flavor of moon.
And she combs midnight into her hair
nourishing the moon so a cycle could
rush into the sea radiant as those arms
then to whisper upon sapphire winds
before crowning herself an ocean,
just like me, potent and free
whie she drifts so lusciously.
Self-Portrait Contest Of Frank Herrera
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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