The Sunset Warrior
My mind is full of tangled curls,
The ruddy red of firelight.
Eyes ice blue so soft and full,
Of new loves dreamt delights.
My mind is full of beard and brow,
Of the pang of drawing bite
‘Pon fair cheek and out turned thigh,
Within the garden of the night.
My mind is full of barrel chest,
And ‘pon the keg I lay.
Exposed, revealed, no place concealed;
As ‘pon me Milord played.
My mind is full of spigots
hard and long,
Of the tapping of the keg.
The outflow of gold gushing froth,
The frosting on the cake.
My mind is full of melody,
The sound of beating hearts.
As on we raced and drank and ate,
Milord and his tart.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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