Ars Poetica
1.
1.
It was Greece so easily
opening my eyes I
want you, come
climb through my petticoat
white curtains billow
cerulean oceans
somewhere between these
lips petulant vortex
pressed palm of my hand
the love line extends off
infinitely becoming
2.
There is a point immaculate
between your breasts
where harmony overcomes
angels fly from my fingertips
gently, along the crescent of your sleep
3.
Give me your hand
its already too late
our eyes flashed
locked gave us away
even ordering wine
is impossible without you
4.
Come, come run away with me
come all night long
the full moon spoke
words of love
to her little stars
whispering this is a female constellation
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