Saturday, 1 December 2012

Falling Fruits

Red was the colour
surrounding them both
magic of wonder
supplying the evocative feelings
along his throat

Open land filled sight
that they did share
deepening light
turning day into night

Bursting canvass
of broken brown
oranges and lemons
juices that filled the ground

Fruits of the forest
running away with their thoughts
shaken off his imagination
along her skirt
that fell softly
like a flowing cloth

Biting like wolves
on her sleeves
mirrors of images
as they did proceed

Looking over her shoulder
to see if he was there
embracing his soft kisses
on her cheeks so bare

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