The Beauty Tree (Quintilla) - Poem by Leslie Alexis
I have sighted the beauty tree.
It was quite the pleasure to see
The plushest of all marigolds
Grown in wines a million years old;
Nourished by the sweetest honey.
The source of all the dimpled cheeks
And sweet voluptuous physiques;
A tree whose bark in velvet soft,
Whose branch meets heaven at its loft.
It is the source, that woman seeks.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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