That Is Sexy
Your one hand holds the bowl of golden wine
Your chin and cheek redden in olden desire
In your eyes are shadows of the hillside pine
In your glances exposed dance of fire
Of my wine cup animatedly full to the brim
I am careful not to shed a drop on floor
In our restive eyes sparkles the impatient dream
The Huns and Vandals about to break open the door
In your chest you have stored the frozen ocean
I know I have had the key to the coveted lock
And the charge to set them free in splashing motion
For a while the time pauses in our passion clock
The maddening twirl you send out from the corner of your eye
Is too much for my folded fountain keep its poise
I can see the beautiful breaches in your cloudless sky
And then the awesome surge from both the oceans turquoise
Some miniature tremors of cracked blue time in brain
In consequence gushes of pink flood and the ruinous rain
All boundaries breaking down and nothing and none to help
A fleeting annihilation of the stupendously crushing self
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June 21, 2016
For the contest : That is sexy
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
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