Punctuating your imagination
Half-moons deep hidden
In your metaphors
Roses dressed in carnal visions
Winter winds designing ores.
Amalgamations of semantics
Zephyr is blowing from the west
Cascades of pain are falling from the ceiling
White plants encroaching on my breasts
Love whispers on my lips are reeling.
Archaic veils are undulating
Within the sparkling times that passed
The hands of clocks are moving backwards
And let’s enthrall the mappemonde
With our love reflection in the glass.
daily prompt sparkle