Isles And Rivulets
On your brow, the steppes of Asia are fetched by deep set eyes A colouring distict with mystery perceives the Polos greeting the Great Khan, the golden isle of Ciphangu, the sultry east. I revel in the mystery of my warm, wet flower. A pollen bee laden with honey squirms, embraces with me, in the abrupt opening of our jar, serrated edge of the known world. The air, buoyed and elastic with pleasure, belongs to me. Tawny, pale rose, your oriental skin peels back the tiny veils separating our cultures. I peer in to find Confucian lilac, towers of silence, opal pheasants. Harmony strains all dogmas. Rain darts penetrate the gathering pools. The tiny plastic cup my life, inseparable from your hand.
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