Blemishless Gold
all that glitters isn't ...
She is
The clouds parted,
Like the pursed lips of desire.
Brushed aside by fingers of wind.
Fondled by the rays of the late afternoon sun.
Blue sky lay revealed,
Blemishless as the thighs of a Virgin.
Endless, exposed, waiting,
As the seeds of night approached.
Purple satin shards awash,
In remnants of tangerine orange,
Bleeding into the moments,
Full of potential.
A dome of stained glass,
Pricked by starlight,
Frosted with moon light,
Frothy in the bliss of release.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.