Midnight Romance
I touched the sable locks of hair that fell
around your face so softly. Ivory
you called my skin you came to know so well -
though first, like porcelain you handled me!
Where we reclined, cerulean above
us was the sky. Your kisses were divine
there on the seashore where i felt such love!
Your eyes, obsidian, reflected mine;
I drank you in like absinthe - oh, those eyes!
Our passion, like when fire is charcoal fed,
turned crimson like the sunlight when it dies
into the night! For us - sun brightly bled.
We stayed past midnight. Was it all just smoke?
The ash of roses wrapped us when we woke.
Nov. 1, 2017 for Dale Gregory Cozart's Midnight Romance Poetry Contest
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