The blue of the Ipomoea is akin to the gleam in your eyes..in the morning when we rise... that's the time i love the best..
When you surface
skin suffused
by vessels dilated
and snap the shutters open
the sunshine in your eyes
reflects the blue of skies
untravelled, high above
a morning glory
in naked hues
of coffe, mocha, cream
a bavarois of pleasure
here on the edge
of our desert
your eyes take
the full weight
of glory
and you clothe
the world
with our
illusions
the muscular music
of your buttocks
conquers my world
as you rise
through the layers
from darkness
to light
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-07-11 at 21:15
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Morning glory
When you surface
skin suffused
by vessels dilated
and snap the shutters open
the sunshine in your eyes
reflects the blue of skies
untravelled, high above
a morning glory
in naked hues
of coffe, mocha, cream
a bavarois of pleasure
here on the edge
of our desert
your eyes take
the full weight
of glory
and you clothe
the world
with our
illusions
the muscular music
of your buttocks
conquers my world
as you rise
through the layers
from darkness
to light
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 558 times
Written on 2007-07-11 at 21:15
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