The Isle Of Your Flesh Poem by Agatha Eliza
The Isle Of Your Flesh
Glowing dark colours and shades descend
upon the isle of your flesh
with gray clouds above, that twirl and blend
fusioning with sheer amazement
while you lay beside me, smoking your cigarette.
Yet the sound of your voice reminds me
of an eternal springtime
when nature flows into the course to life
after a long, and freezing winter
as the clusters of snow melt, revealing continents.
Yet the sound of your voice reminds me of an eternal springtime....10
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5/3/2024 3:01:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
While you lay beside me. Thanks for sharing.