The Symmetry of Love
How can Euclidian geometry
Describe such perfect symmetry
Such soft and velvet hills
Of love, and drink, it fills
How can such perfection of bend
Of dune that dips to dimple
Be caressed – not a ripple!
As age has passed by
Untouched, as tips of trees the sky
The blue veins tattooed
Under skin inverse to soot
Inverse to rhyme, sublime!
Warm to the touch, the tongue
The taste, the subtle kiss of peach
Always just
Out of reach
The moonlight surrounds the lines
So softly, so sable-brushed
As your sleep smiled breath
My love against soft pillows crushed
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