Black satin-like strands rest on that gorgeous collarbone, sweetest contrast to white skin. Cigarette smoke escapes seraphic lips, an acerbity she turns into sweetness.
You are the textbook written belladonna, your eyes scream angelic. No constellations could ever represent your Taurean elegance.
To get lost in your glass eyes is a blessing, they're obsidian with a cristobalite spherule - absolutely enchanting. No glass can express what I see in you, the star charts can't chart your stars. They're transitional, but gorgeous.
That's why I adore you, Carmen. You're an atypical angel, your sweet words like iris Chrysographes. You belong to another, but I'll be yours an eternity.
Sweet Carmen, I wish you well.
© Sincerely, ♡ - November 2022
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My Guts Create A Tapestry - Poetry
PoetryThis poetry is strictly copyright, it's all written by me. These poems tend to be written sweetly so you could be reading the most gorey poem and it'd be like it's romantacised. I don't try to romantacise them, it's the way I write. You'll possibly...
