Old poems I found again

Roses_June

Your beauty washes over me

A warm rain on a summer evening

Imaginary perfume from distant roses.

 

A flame cannot be burnt

Passion painted in heated strokes

Brilliant colors and shapes consuming

 

Words with multifaceted surface

Diamonds scattered in the wind.

_______________________

There’s a great awakening

ushered with cavernous winds

beckoning, weaving

dark thread bends

heaving extracting

meaningful gems.

 

Solar flares kiss

your cheeks with energy

given beauty smitten

hard hitting then rest

the eclipse peels

citrus zest my breast

falls with exhale.

 

Conquer leisure when

vigor ends tea cup steamy

nourishing ital very small

moments shine in your eye

her hips make you high

enlightened feverish skies.

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