Shelby Barker

Rookie (March 21,1996)

My Beauciel - Poem by Shelby Barker

Warm breezes bring tickling
grasses to our bare toes as I
glance up to you -
Your hypethral eyes are the perfect reflection
Of what I hope Heaven looks like
in summer.
We

and the seconds move like
Watered elephants, deliberate,
But with slow and tranquil grace.

My hands are lingering clouds as I touch your face.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013


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