Her... Poem by Leslie Alexis
Her...
Her lips remind me of my first silk shirt
How it stuck to my skin in summer’s heat
Revealing my best to a jealous world.
Her hair reminds me of a lion’s mane
(Her will and passion cannot be tamed)
Dressed in it alone, we both go wild.
Her love reminds me of the burning sun.
It consumed until its lights outshone
All my darkness, and keeps me in day.
Very good, Leslie. Reveals not only great love but a growing maturity and competence in the poetic forms you often write in. These, as you know, are difficult but great labors of love...the desire to continue in these forms 'sticks to one's creative skin like a silk shirt on a hot summer day.' Keep at it! Warren
Leslie, It's wonderful verse........10... Best wishes, Tsira
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5/8/2024 7:41:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the passion in this poem Leslie and with the wild lions mane phew, that's what life is for love....++++10 regards