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Sonnet Passion Poems | Sonnet Poems About Passion

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A Single Glance From You

Those eyes I fell in love with failed to see 
the loneliness that grew each passing day.  
Those lips that seemed to want me endlessly 
fell silent as they pushed my heart away.  

You seem to think that everything is fine,
and with a single glance from you, I’m weak. 
It’s true, I miss the days when you were mine -
that feeling when you’d gently touch my cheek,

Those moments that we’d love into the night,
the way you’d pull me close; those things you'd do.   
Your whispered words that left without a fight
still echo in the dreams I have of you.  
    
    But dare I fall again for all your charms,
    for just another moment in your arms?

Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2016


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Prelude To Your Love


Prelude To Your Love To feel your love upon my wanting skin, Most delicate touch, just once, I crave; To have your breath, warm, against my chin, Awaken me from this forgotten grave. In hope, I wait beneath this night’s illuminated sky, With the moon our only light and silent witness; Your whispers will break my every lethargic sigh, Before enchantment envelops me with that first kiss. You’ve intoxicated me with your cryptic words, Now inebriate me with your mysterious scent; Submerge me in dance until dawn’s call of birds, Or stay for a day in gloriousness spent. Bathe me in the fountain of your sweltering passion, Just one night, I ask, of indulgent obsession. 14th February 2017 Sonnet without syllable restrictions

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017

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SILENT SIGHS

SILENT SIGHS

I felt the pain of your bereft affair,
the endless yearning of a lonely soul
that left you in the shadow’s of despair,
in search of tender love to seek console.

My mind was clouded by a misty haze
as I surrendered to your beauty’s might,
a solemn promise of a loving gaze
to feed the hunger on a moonlit night.

To virtues fragile ardor we resign
with depth of passion cast in silent sighs
as mortal lust subdues, two hearts entwine,
to mingle all the world without chastise.

The fragrance of your ardent lust remains,
without a claim to your heart’s broken chains.


10th August, 2016
For contest “All I could do was surrender- Shakespearean Sonnet”
Sponsored by Becca Teagan

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016


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Calling Cupid

Atmospheres afire with devotional dynamic desire
I call scarlet jasmine crimson vermillion and ruby red
We are caught in a crossfire as we perkily perspire
And cupid carries our hearts to our betrothed bed

Angels dancing on choreographic clouds entrancing
Rainbows reunite over melodious meadows green
Our love advancing with rhythmic rivers romancing
Celestial counting on the midnight’s stardust cuisine

Two sensuous souls entwine and carousingly combine
Our ebullient hearts of eternity lost in orchestral oblivion
We shall everlastingly dine with roses and wedded wine
And our love will softly sail across the majestic meridian

For we have caressingly called on cupid for a love divine
In ambient adoring skies that the harmonic heavens align.




July.25.2017
Best romantic write May-July 2017 
Sponsored by: John Hamilton 

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017

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The Tides of Our Passion

The Tides of Our Passion

The tides of our passion cry out my love, 
As we seek to define who we are now.
To live this special life gives us that how,
And when and why we must seek God above!
Our souls blend one perfect constant of love, 
As we prize God’s cosmic eternal vow.
Our passion defines our life and us now;
Our love basks in Heaven’s own light above!

Our passion’s rapture is love replete,
With brilliant emotions forever bright,
As we kiss softly under God’s moonlight!
Love’s magical force makes our life complete,
As we seek happiness here on God’s Earth, 
Knowing love shall transcend our mortal birth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 28, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Time To Let You Go

Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face, and in that moment you reveal your touch- I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace, and through the night your passion is as such. Above the twilit moon I need your kiss, I beg of you to keep my secret safe- For when away your fondness I do miss, and as we said we need our tender faith. The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets, reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace my body like a sketch down to my feet, for in your arms is where I leave my lace. Before the Lord made man you loved me so- But now it’s time for me to let you go. October 21, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Secrets of Passion

The sheets beneath the shadow lights a spark, for whence we laid down he nestled his head. Our enchantment lights magic in the dark, but so much is spoken with words unsaid. For love can be given without a sound, and received within the silence of night. Freely nurturing with touching, profound, nevertheless understood without sight. Let us keep the secrets of passion calm, yet exalt beyond the whisper of breeze. Free from apprehension and busy qualm, longing for our souls to be hushed with ease. For as long as we remain free from sound, our mystical romance will be unbound. ~28 April 2016~

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Obsessive Love

Press not to flaming lips your tepid kiss

Touch not this burning form with hands of ice

A lukewarm love can never bring to bliss

Nor will indifferent love for me suffice

 

Seek not with obligation to appease

Perfunctory in making love to me

Disdain is what I feel for “gifts” as these

Tis better far, my dear, to let me be

 

For if you not assess my heart aright

And think me one to faint with weak caress

You’ve not been seared by passion’s burning might

Nor tasted honeyed dreams that I undress

 

Hope not to bed me with halfhearted plea

With love obsessive, take a hold of me



Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Fire in the Heart

Forbidden, deep inside her heart it grew.
It needed only one spark to ignite.
Repressing it was what she had to do.
Extraordinary was the ember’s might!

Incessantly, she had been tempted till
No longer could she fight, so she gave in!

That man she’d been resisting broke her will.
Hotter, the ember burned beneath her skin.
Exploding with passion, she then was lost. 

How quickly by lust’s flames was she consumed!
Exquisite was the burning, but at what cost?
A deep regret soon rained down; she was doomed.
Rejected by the scoundrel and bereft,
The woman, alone and with child, was left.

Written April 28, 2016 for the ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire Contest of Brian Davey

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Sensation

It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
 
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable desire and lust
It thrashes again and throws
Ardor so unjust

It bursts in colors of mist
In crimson hue and amethyst
Its forces like fireworks rise
Within emotion, organs, and amidst

In body it lies, in surreal disguise
Leaving no chance for mind to coexist

Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009

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The Scoundrel's Game

A yearning for affection and romance can cause one’s getting scorched by passions’ flame. Love blooms if it is given a fair chance, but some attempt to play the scoundrel’s game! A tender soul can be bamboozled by the man who has an inner soul of ice. The love that he professes is his lie, and cherishing himself alone - his vice. The one he lured will struggle to maintain her doomed relationship with him; she’s torn! The taste of love once sweet turns into pain, for what she offers is returned with scorn. Abominations always will exist. Take care one's not a scoundrel you have kissed! For Dictionary fun....#1...Delilah's Words! Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Wrapped In Honey Of Her Naked Pies

Are memories really just our souls leaving
in clouds of shimmering hot mists.
And what of love and all that hot heaving
or stored memories on lustful lists!

Can the mind create truth from mere dregs
women so beautiful your brain cries.
All curves, graceful long ,long sexy legs
wrapped in honey of her naked pies!

Alas! Say it tis not a treasure imagined
what of the deep sensations of bliss?
Or her choice of lingerie in latest fashion
epic thrill of that greatest ever kiss?

Slay me now, if my treasures are not real.
I want no world devoid of that hot night's thrill.

R.J. Lindley
June 6th, 1983

Sonnet, on my terms.... 

Note_  Too hot, was deleted, graphic
details of that first night and ******** *** ************

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

Clear night sky once told me to yield
Hold your horses and be quite still
You are but a dot in a dirty brown field
Certainly nothing to give others a thrill.

Now go lay in a moonlit cave
head bowed and heart seeking relief
Give thanks for what I gave
and seek mercy for you are a thief.

You steal my beauty to heart with glee
yet return not praise and glory my way
Yes, you love deep what you see
but fail to ever give me proper pay.

What could I say facing such true accusations?
I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations.

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1971 

Note- From my private journal. Written two years after my father's death.
I often wandered out into that barren brown field late at night to gaze at the vastness of the universe and ask why he was taken from me...
Soon with no satisfactory answer, I turned to hating the world with vengeance in my heart that continued for 18 long and painful years ..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Echoing words

I heard the notion echo in my mind,
those subtle words spoken in early dawn,
faded by fuddled morning left behind,
shaded by hope to free a heart withdrawn.
The words had been said, be they false or real,
to act upon, remained in shadowed zeal.
Sweet expectations to attract your appeal,
excited to confirm the dreams I feel.
But were the words shaded by hazy awe,
clouded by false senses in eagerness,
to remedy by shared passion love’s flaw,
of infedility and unfairness.

The words of lust and hope had been spoken,
zealousness to excite a heart broken.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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A Noteworthy Passion

I wonder if a human heartbeat sings
Will lonely people witness perfect song
As Passion plays upon these lovely strings
What noteful kisses capture can't be wrong

Their bodies merging into blissful tone
She succumbs to his perfect passion pitch
True heartfelt music crushes even stone
The harmony of love makes us feel rich

Rise lovers pleasured treble heating air
Young dancers moving slowly within beat
A trumpet playing fuelling what they share
Each movement foretold in a music sheet

Praise lover's anthem written in the song
Yes music as a heartbeat beating strong


For Janice Canerdy's English Sonnet Contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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The Edge of the Cliff

Intensive spring, her season of flower,
Full vigorous essence, beauty's wonder,
Horizon of womanhood - her power
Intimidated me, mind asunder.

Her lips so soft but pressing pleasant there,
No way could I repay her art's measure,
Such opened passion - more than I could bear,
No full reply had I to this treasure.

She sensed my frailty in the interplay,
All then was lost, the moment cast aside,
Time could not hold the pace, she fell away,
So go then, little boy, you run and hide.

Now decades later, I can only sigh,
Best day of my life, ready not was I.



December 9, 2016
For Sara Kendrick's contest - 'Three Choices Plus Two Which Equals Five Or I Haven't Got a Clue' (Pandora's Box version).

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016

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Keeps Me Young And On My Toes

Keeps Me Young And On My Toes

Some may ask why I have not bit the dust
or found that cave to hide my sad sorrows.
I'm old but my mind has not turned to rust
nor do I fail to wish more tomorrows.
When in darkest night's long crawling shadow
my fighting spirit cries live on or bust.
You are no soft flower in a meadow
do as you may, dare to do what you must.
That moment, I see truth, joy and white light
a clarion call to hold the last fort.
Sun filled summer days and beams of moonlight
calm blue seas and old ships safely at port.

Some may ask, why do you write such deep woes.
I answer, keeps me young and on my toes!

Robert J. Lindley, 11-15-2016


Poem Syllable Counter Results 
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140 
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A 
Total # Words: 123

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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A Brutally Honest Valentine's

My darling enigma, my dove   
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white      
Pale skin shines and glints in the light       
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow        
Peals of laughter ring like a bell            
Enchant me; I’m under your spell    
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow

But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.

(Love from Anonymous) 

Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008

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When You Make Love to Me

When you make love to me with spoken word
Emblazoned body burns in ecstasy 
Desire’s cadence by my heart is heard
And secret wants demand supremacy

When you make love to me with wanton gaze
A melody of moistness throbs within 
Your gnawing glances do ignite the craze
Of body burning bright in sultry spin

When you make love to me with mute caress
Your hand usurps the moon and draws the flow
Of inner tides that rush in to posses
Your lips and mouth, a quenching to bestow

When you make love to me you set her free
Seductive Mistress of your fantasy

Jade

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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That Spring Love in Your Eyes

That Spring Love in Your Eyes

Spring Love’s in your eyes for me now to see,
And it reaffirms thoughts of our special love;
And there is no other place I would rather be,
As we kiss deeply under the moon light above!

Darling with you in my arms this spring season,
My feelings are of such passion with true bliss;
We are “two” together by His Heavenly reason, 
And for this our time together is never amiss!

With spring in bloom and God’s blessing above,
My heart’s yours forever my love please know;
For I know our emotions are of the deepest love,
And for this Darling to the Earth’s end I would go!

With that special spring love dear in your eyes,
Nothing on Earth compares with this Heavenly prize! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 10, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!


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© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
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5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008

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Novella My Love

~~~~~~~~~~~

I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence of her feathered nest of dream
perched in peaceful solitude autumn falls with golden leaves
where hymn's flow free within a quest along the winding stream

Has my presence ever crossed your mind in lonely nights of need
of placid love refined in gold where one desires thee
a place where time has come to stall of gifts of love and deed
in lust I wait in colors of spring for her my sweet jubilee

In last breath fare of desperate need my eyes have finally seen
my fair young lady from distant hallow floating near within my dream
I hear her voice in loving song with tales of gifts foreseen
with silken wings she flutters free to rest along pure stream


I've been dreaming of a sonnet in the cradle of the breeze
I've been dreaming in the silence far beyond the graceful trees..

~~~~~~~~~~~~








Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011

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Past Passion

Go now, turn the photo albums pages.
You often smile at happy memories.
Let the images rekindle the stages,
Never lost, love..within my heart's reverie.

Would that we could return to bygone days.
I would do anything to turn that page.
Love know, my thoughts of us set nights ablaze.
Past passion, left my broken heart engaged. 

The years are long, and still, the pages turn.
Relive those brighter memories and come.
Could the ever after be, oh I yearn ..
We each can see the love in our album.

Only you, it is yours, my broken heart,
If you wish a Valentine take the dart.    


*Key to message: Read the bolded first words
of each line from the bottom up.

 If only We Could Relive The Past Love, I Would Never Let You Go 

Date: 1/20/13

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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Blistered

This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

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A Love Poem

Beloved, turn off the lights; speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own,
does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne'er more to moan.
~
Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes;
reflections holds no secrets from within.
For the souls bidding eyes will ne'er tell lies,
remember, doubt not… your want is my sin.
~
Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams,
come lay with me as if I were dying?
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.

Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
though daybreak begins, as the night retires.

Copyright © T.Nicole Williams | Year Posted 2014

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TENDER GLANCES HEAT


Your mounted passion climbs, and I’m replete 
With glow, to open mouth of eve-song’s  fire 
Inside your breath, as tender glances heat, 
Embracing this and that; lanterns conspire.
Fingers trace our names among hungry stars, 
Deepening blaze of love and quest for time,
And twilight warms one breath to yield afar
Thus, giving way to lip-kissed hours sublime.
We taste the wine of affection with grace
As rising dawn acknowledges our rites, 
For passion is supreme, in dream’s embrace
On heady walks where laughter pure excites.

Until one day, a farewell drowns our lore
When moments strayed as endings, nevermore.



~Inspired by Meatloaf's Song with the theme
on the polarity of passion( expressed through love,
romance and devotion), and the indifference from
such by parting in the end. 

Songs to Poetry of Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud)



Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

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Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint,
about a wild man that was never a saint.
A life that raced into darkness in such haste,
never seeing the coming misery and waste!

There were hills of thrills to happily scale
never thinking of either heaven or hell.
I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands
while dancing to music of rock n roll bands!

O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet
and every day a challenge to have a blast.
Now in my maturity I find that this I must meet
reality of my faded memories shall not last.

Time has a way of delivering its greatest hits.
Memories found false, one rarely forgets.


Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015

Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold 
when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder
the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's...
You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Sin of Venus

SONNET – SIN OF VENUS

Is it a sin to feel worldly pleasures,
lust of the bodily flesh forbidden?
Not only to smear from pelvic measures,
but for acts of desire to keep hidden.
Passion of forbidden fruit in ripeness,
the form of Venus in it’s dreamed of shape,
to releive the tension of youthfulness,
and share the taste of pleasure in agape.
All those desires are kept within at rest,
although the urges emerge in vision
of nakedness, beauty of a firm breast,
to admire and inspire to emission.

A sigh in hope of finding a young source,
for the bashful thoughts to take it‘s right course.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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All Through Tuscany

The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.

The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
sensual oration.
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.

Copyright © Jim Marshal | Year Posted 2010