Intoxicated
morning comes…
the long gypsy night
gathers her dancing skirts
flees with dark eyes,
my pen is leaking with blue skies
i am filled with surrender,
warm with memories,
the silver on Your
beard catching starlight, Your
lips utterly disguised in my heart’s
rapturing
my pen spills over with intoxication,
drunk,
i write words to caress
You.
Copyright © Anna Ruiz | Year Posted 2010
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