Ardor

 

 

A touch of ardor on your drop lips

a pearl and swill of semantic doom

tormented milk cement my eyelets

cause beauty to harm my subtlety

crave hues to percussive threnody

not death but design of omega sheen

prayer to lengths of lovers quills

skilled mortal mockery stepping deep

knock quick to void a doubtful hip

scold hearts this instant remedy

faithless licks to the nape of bliss

sadness a long lost bruise tonight

youth is calm inside my skinned knee

agape my mouthful soul escapes

oblige the tongue it perpetuates

like love could empty out the light

ease this pent up shadowed lie

from yearning legs that shame you

pin my head across your ribs

this tremulous ache could never die

 

(C)2011 Christopher E. Vaughn

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