Elizabeth Jones Biography

A petal falls and comes to float
Upon a lake of placid still.
Like gentle sway of empty boat,
Oblivious to early morning chill.
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Too long in love with easeful darkness,
Replete with sorrow, filled to the seam.
Plucked from its depths to bask in light's caress,
As if slipping supinely into a dream.
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Lips to lips, a soul to kiss
To rouse you from a peaceful sleep.
I look into your quiet eyes
And drink you in, but never too deep.
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New morning glistened from darkness rose,
Her first caress touched verdant green;
Softest kiss of warmth amber flowed
Climbing steadily over horizon's screen,
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Plucked from her branch, perfect apple sweet,
In the heart of his own paradise.
Her centre a havoc of lustful heat.
His voice a litany of vice.
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