I shared my poetry and drank some whisky... En(trance) Music and moonglow parade through reticent eyes, each smile ardently unhindered by the darkness that steals in through the cracks of your true intentions Eyes glimmer with provocation, a n invitation to where smoke curls into corners, igniting our dreams golden and amid the lingering sweet-dry of your snuffed cigar I am reacquainted with the delights of you, my Muse and through your Basil Hayden haze you declare “God is a thief your eyes an endless treasure of stolen stars.” Your voice ancient like ruby scarabs, daunting as jinn and when the door to my heart would not open, (artful in your attempts to lure) you gently forced it ajar leaving footprints upon the clouds of my trampled dreaming… Apryl Skies © 2014 Botticelli Magazine - USA Marbella Marbella - Spain
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 05:38:11 +0000
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