Bathed in liquid buttery sunshine
Feeder cloistered with the ferns
Wrapped around green tendrils
Caressed as mellow winds
Wildflowers blowing lace
An alter
Pink flowers in every pew
Tilted to the sun
Some are brand new
Drying grass
Greying and fading from the top
Curviest leaves standing alone
Waiting to drop
There is a pine or two
Thrusting up
To get the first view
Of spring all new
Picture if you will, perfect lips,
The prettiest smile, the curviest hips.
Imagine too the softest voice,
Two lustful eyes, the daintiest poise.
She lit the hall with every step,
We were the toys she fondly kept.
She just might be the girl you know,
So don’t expect her name to show.
Never had I had such a fix,
So good, yet bad, the perfect mix.
Though stories told of trails she kept,
It was for her my heart had leapt.
And though her eyes betrayed her lies,
My love for her was without guise.
She whispered words I’d never heard
That felt so good I lost my gird.
Sweet words teeming with deception
Untruth, coined from their inception.
She rocked me high, she dropped me low
Her kind of poison has a glow.
I’ve failed to find what is my gain,
But stand addicted to this pain.
My twisted tale is one of gloom
I just might love her to my doom.
Some nights I dream of leaving her,
But then I never make it far.
Someday I just might get the force
To break her charm, cure these sores.
But until then, tonight I’ll dine
With my own, my dark valentine!
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