Yearning salvaged in temptations,
a chime unheard, atoned to a simple song,
a beating rhythm that grows
like a womb in a mother's belly,
prayer-lips parted:
spying a delicacy unseen,
polka-dotted freckles
and a bossom unhidden,
the cleavage cannot keep
a secret whispered
within iris-words.
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This poem is beautiful and heartbreaking, the last lines very strong. I like the contradicting language, maybe that is what gives it its sadness...Thank you so much for entering this.
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