Village Road

these pale lips that so swiftly rob me of my strength these honey sweet lips from which such soft words like butterfly logic do so entangle me and tie such aching around my very soul with such a tight gentleness these pale lips that i reach over and with one finger drawn slowly across them i do shudder from head to toe with desires these blue eyes so adorned with paints so shadowed behind lock of hair such deep pools of hunger and light her dream is a village road she has walked her entire life strewn upon its scoured bricks are the romance notions written in french because its a beautiful language when spoken softly her paris clothes discarded in the dream her skin reflecting moonlight her lips glisten as she walks the village road