a caramel drizzle
over a dash of
spicy cinnamon,
a decadent sip
in a cozy cafe
the reward after a long day
to spoil a tired woman
and I am what the earth brings forth
sand and salt at a beach
wet and hidden in places you thought
no one could reach…
You want to live forever?
then come close enough for a poet
to want to teach…
she’ll close her eyes
then with her fingers
trace the contours of your face
building upon her knowledge
of the diary of you
and all your ways
she’ll soon take up her pen
to describe the arch of your brow
the dip of your nose,
and the curve of your lip;
how when she felt your eyes
she imagined all the grief
they had seen since then
how when she was near
you smelled of vanilla,
musk, and gin
then she’ll put flowers to your name
and full purpose to your flow
your words will speak the language
of the homeland of her soul
and your hands will have traveled your world
to places only she would go
your life will be brilliant
from her point of view
she is the sand beneath your feet
may she not crumble beneath you
-Les’Nspired
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