quarta-feira, junho 06, 2007

Half-Moon Desire

of painted shadows,
silky eyes squinting
beneath soft, desire.
Hot purple tears
born of endless lashes.

You are the touchable one:
the one who can see art
in black silhouettes,
in the tender hope
of dreams unvoiced.

You are the Half-Moon
of my slit-eyed heart
declaring yourself
to be the beloved,
lingering prayer of my soul.

You are the one who has
opened these naive eyes
to the seduction,
the temptation of being lost
in the silken nearness
of your fevered skin. "

By: Ivy Rose