Embroidered rosaries with messages in each pearl, the murmur of chords make my lips curl.
There’s a frenzy in each twist and turn, I open my eyes and behold : My Greek god in true form.
A gondola swings in fours, tastefully sweet with sweat of gold.
I hear the wind as it blows to a sequined skirt that slips tight on my waist.
A petite untied orchid, she blossomed with no fear — In majestic arrears, rain drops scintillating
Hues of seagrass blues. Dreaming in the pacific, praying into the Ether.
I have wings that spread wide and surround, cerulean blue in jaded emeralds.
O, please my Greek god, come close and remind me to sleep.
His shears tint and sharp like a stab to the core. Smearing sunnies and tennis in netted courts,
I swing and I miss : Tenderloins in my bones.
My God, he welcomes me with open arms : Kiss me.
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