Persian Horses
How i long to taste the salt of your skin
pooled in the garden valleys of your body
I await the early morning hours
for you to come as the hummingbird of love.
There I will gaze upon the Persian horses
galloping in the sunlit reflection of your long dark hair
Many nights I have dreamed and craved
Your beautiful lips the enemy of my winter.
Beneath damp sheets lie the magic of velvet fingertips
The blood of your veins remains between my teeth
You the wonderful garden of my torture
You the world wrapped around me....
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013
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