i can see red sails against the sky
the only hint of sunset
bright against the grey
swathes of cloud that drape
the western shoulders
Mae West expansive in their sweep
their sloping elegance
hugs offered,
hugs accepted
inviting me to sleep filled with
the dreams of lovers
wrapped tight in hungry arms
the fresh, clean tang of hard work sweat
crisp counterpoint
to perfumes of desire
that shade from palest pink
a tea rose scent
to crimson with the
bitter bite of copper
buried in the jasmine
as heart blood offers up
its richness
to feed the endless fire.
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