Pursed lips
wrapped in a robust rubicund,
forever flushed fuchsia.
The Pearl Purity
permeates the air
with gleaming grace.
Rosy wrapped passion
hiding behind iridescent gates
and puce palisades.
With her Gray gossamer gown
gleaming in moonlight,
she takes soft slippered
steps toward the
trellis.
Standing in the cerulean solitude
of a moonlit night I watch,
transfixed by the
elegance of ecstasy,
the poignance of her posture,
and the brilliance of her beauty.
© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved
No comments:
Post a Comment