Finger pressed on ivory keys
Bouncing up, singing light
Dull patter of rain, percussion
The ache of my joints gave way to another song
And progressed into a sharp tune
As the minutes passed by
Finality,
I glanced over
And there she slept
Feet tucked under her dark blue gown
Eyelids flutter with the ghost of a daydream
Her blushed cheeks squished
into her soft round arms
Ebony hair messed
against the slope of her face
A fawn as any that slumbered in the meadow
And how I longed to pluck the book
That hung from her hand
And carry her tenderly to bed
I lifted carefully off the bench
Drawing light steps towards
The fawn,
Raindrops sliding down the glass door
Casting faint shadows
Against her glowing white skin
I was the wolf that crept behind the oak trees
Stocking the demure babe with lust and hunger
And so I got closer
Stretched out a gentle hand
And brushed the ebony strands from her cheeks
I reached down to the open pomegranate
Resting on the table
Pulled a seed from its waxy husk
Popping it into my mouth
Letting it rest on my tongue
Before taking it out
Still intact
With crimson juice
Untouched
Parted her perfect pink lips
Subdued with warm breath puffing out,
Drawing my thumb against the smooth inner flap
Barely scraping her bottom teeth
I placed the seed in
Sliding it back with my thumb
And she slept still,
Seed whole and waiting in her mouth
I turned to leave the fawn
Hearing the muffled crunch of the seed
As I stepped through the doorway.
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Scarlet Star
Poetry[excerpt] When Dove beheld Ofelia, Her breath was stolen by slender brown fingers Pulling a string of melody to twist in her ebony curls Her brow arched to the ceiling A slight parting in Doves lips Were quickly hidden by her lace fan Ofelia di...
