Cocoa Eyes

Painting by Karen Conine/Fine Art America

His honey maple hair blows within the bayou

Sweet cocoa eyes dance like sequoia trees

A palomino tan gallops over his skin;

And his lips taste of succulent wild berries...

 

　

Bouquet of my lips filled the goblet of his heart

And enveloped with grapes of passion;

Overflowing the brim with a blush of sweet touch

And hint of vanilla candlelight...

 

　

But roving tides rushed in and candlelight drifted,

Upon gypsy waves of yesterday;

And the twilight of what could have been

Soon wilted within the blossom of the dawn.

 

　

©SyberRose

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Beautifully romantic poem. It dissipates with the daylight because these moments cannot last forever. I enjoyed this very much.

[SyberRose]

Yes you are right...the high and lows of romance...Thank you so much for peeking in.

[Stella Armour]

lovely romantic metaphors,

"Bouquet of my lips filled the goblet of his heart", that is such a wonderful line Rose, a gorgeous poem all round..

[SyberRose]

Good morning and thank you Stella...hope you are having a good day so far.

[Stella Armour]

i am thank you Rose..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

incredibly sad piece...the imagery is ravishing...intense...

you create such visuals...i was on such a high after two stanzas...and then just crashed with the last stanza...found myself fighting against the dawn.

[SyberRose]

haa...Didnt mean to puill the rug out from under you Jacob...you made me laugh with your comment...I guess its just like in real life...incredible high in the beginning and crashing in the end...sorry about that.