A tongued glow sparks like fired intuition,
a pearling light unfurling radiance
slow-pulsing to the softest of cadence,
delusion or a mystical vision?
Lithe maiden adorned in tresses of fire
with verdigris eyes that shipwreck purpose,
Ripe lips but part and all thoughts porpoise.
She is rapturous, incarnate desire.
Goddess of Love, the fair Aphrodite
resurrects the lately-wrecked equipment,
required rib harvests with pain-free potion.
From this she fashions twin-Penelope
substitute and clever equivalent -
the original drops in dumb devotion.
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Dragonish
PoetryPART 1: Seven poems that explore love. The sated wind doodles mischievously no longer the ravening raptor loosed that scratched sharp claws to my unfettered glee. Now are you temperate, husky, obtuse. PART 2: Follows the tale of a persecuted dragon...
