A loving alchemy

Given a gift of both mystery and key, the clock spins away from free, she scales to her Penthouse floor where the crystal glass pours fresh strawberries, a ghostly champagne, chilling near gifts of satin, silk and Bengali mulmul lace, but who could grace her fragrance in such sheets or arms, and what is more, there awaits a woman that explores from a porch, laced in white candle lit swoon, and where music still offers the loon, cheek to cheek you wonder who could wish for such a thing but love. 

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

A lush, sensual piece. full of texture, light, and quiet longing.

[Perdition]

And yet you'd think I'd remember writing this?..haha. Thank you, Curly Grace... Poetry? It always seems to happen to the poets and never the other way around. Truly don't remember writing this, but thank you~

[emmajoygreen]

'.. a woman that explores from a porch, laced in white candle lit swoon' - what a perfect spotlight for your perfect woman, sir. [

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Almost a Rapunzel type effect here...Scaling to her penthouse to await her lover to call on her and for her.
Those strawberries and that champagne will taste so much better with someone to share.
j.

[Perdition]

Hahaha! Only from the mind of Minolta, but yeah, I can see where you got that..Well, "I could not stop for death so"....it all feels a bit Grimm now...lol. Thanks J.