as the sun

as torrid as the sun upon
which all my senses ardently
awakens to you; each fragrance
as though a petal from a stem I
cannot hold and, persistently,
even as thorns do pierce through
what vulnerability rests upon my
hand, with what blood drips,
escapes from the rage boiling in
me, i want this brilliant color
to stain my memory forever as
i remember you now inside this
embrace, covered in satin rain

© mr gahon 1/26/15

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About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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