Exotic Lands
Exotic Lands
by Lori Maria Walton
The day,
nurtured in the belly of a
fearless night
turns and is finally born
clinging to the soft arms of a
pretty morning
The sun, dozing on the
heavy chest of exotic lands,
rolls
and is now awakened,
plowing a submissive face
with golden hands
Play the bagpipes,
while the tea and the toast and
freshly squeezed orange juice
seated spellbound
wait anxiously for the first touch
of honey lips
This day, as the morning
waits on the table for the first
touch of honey
hands and golden lips prepare
to explore the shores of life
Blended melodies ring
in attentive hollows
beneath the sea of passion
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