Masterpiece 05 Poem by Kira Bloom

A sillouted angle lays upon a masterpiece of lost secrets
Her dreams a sonnet, a kiss of spring.
Suckling winters icey fingertips, warming them to a honey that feeds
the newly green land.
Open blooms drape and fairy voices return to land and sky.
Invoking senses of divine eyes.
Carresses like a soft petal on a mid summer's night.
A husky laugh fill the air like fresh rain.
Leaving the essences of all things wild dancing to a secret mealody.
Where this angel is disguised with a mask of night
Every kiss and lingering touch dances and glows,
under her skin
but the moon has pailed the memory under elegant fingertips.
She weaves sorrow into the angel's song, forcebly contriving
for her master a silky verse of darkness.
Then the angel waits with the nightingale in streams
for the whispering embrace of the day, when her master sleeps
and she is free to drift betwix fantasy and soul
Where memories and realities collide into a sensuous masterpiece