I Poem by Jon Blanes

I



Your blossom lips
and tangled hair,
your yellow dress
of burnt memories
shining like the dawn;
scion of the sky.
Your earthen eyes
that burn
through broken dreams
in silent green.
Your olive symmetry
warm like the breeze
on a hot dusky night.
They all call me
like the sea calls the shore
like the sun
call the shadows.

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