Shining circular sanctums
Entry to the soul
Tempest tossed
Yet placid
Mystery unfold...
ing
Yet
Fluid boundary
Full crimson lines
Pleasure plumb
Passion filled
Ruby red
Knowing the power
Of the whispered coo
Might give one pause
Instead
While her precious words
Sing song speak
Fierce intellect and
Wit
Remain
Hidden
To some
Reflective of a cunning
That holds both
Captive
For metered rhyme
Is not totally free
Unless she trusts enough
To allow
To look
Into her eyes
Which silently speak
Volumes
All their own
All their own
Cutting to the quick
Or the heart
Of the matter
Is the heart
Of the matter
Which always
Is in her eyes
The eyes will always have it my
friend
It’s all about the eyes
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ReplyDeleteSuch glorious words from a recognized artist. I am glad that it was able to evoke such words as you have been able to inspire so many to attain their best. I hope I am able to forge an excellent life, but until then I will have to remain in pursuit.
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