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an outline
and form it

my strong smooth hands
along the thighs
the hips
the stomach the ribs

up to cup the perfection
the delicate blades of
the strong limber neck
and throat arched just

and tresses
that catch the light
and smell of summer
days and fresh winter

put a glitter in the eye
and a pull of a smile
at the corners of
a dimpled mouth

all I need is the heart
but this is the key
that breaks all others

and starts the stars to ache
and tumble

but Im just so humble
and we make one

and in the castle keep
on stormy night
the delicate fingers
the toes arch
from the millenium sleep

arise arise beauty
but wait
a pounding on the door

villagers cries

"wake up and get to work..."
alas tis only Friday!!!

(sure I woke to Lavender perfume)

Editing stage: 


Though didn't quite understand. Was it a dream?
Thought light should rhyme with crisp winter night?
Was good

although Upon reading it IT is in MY style..
Yah hell..light should rhyme with crisp winter

Thank You!

author comment

Excellent poem really, but what an horrible ending lol, I felt as though i'd just lost something when it ended.. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Brilliant poem Steven cant believe you dont remember writing it you must have been in another realm ... I love it until that ending like Roscoe I felt like I lost something as well, I dream and then I wake up and wish the dream hadn't ended

with love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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