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Immortality

 

Gazing upon me

Color of rich almonds

I see my universe born

In eyes that are mine

 

            “Hi baby…” I sigh

 

Intoxicating!

Salty rivers flow

down flushed cheeks

 leaving trails of wet happiness

 

            Life begins, with a wail. 

 

Fullness of breasts

Pulling her close to me

Smelling of sour sweetness

Sleepy bubbles on rose petal lips

 

            Years sweep away, like the tides

 

Skipping across tall grass

Wildflowers strewn through

Unruly chestnut hair

Eruptions of giggles

 

            My immortality, complete

  

 

Comments

Alcuin of York - on Jul. 1 2007
Very nice, Janelle. In S1L2, you might consider, "Rich almond color". This is very nice, simple, effective, sweet. Not much to comment on here because the poem says it all, and well.
Alcuin
Babymoon - on Jul. 1 2007

That means a lot coming from you, Alcuin.  Thanks!


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