Richard Atkinson

 

 

eternally  mysterious

 

your  eyes
are  like  a  never  ending
horizon

from  which  it  is  impossible
to  draw  away  from,
escape  from.

your  mouth  is  like  a  garden,
wild
sumptuous
never  ending.

the  sound  you  make
is  like a  warm  summers  day

that  draws  you  into  it
slowly
with  no  mercy
to  it's  end.

your  body  is  like  a  meadow
in  which  it  is  easy  to  get  lost
and  stunned
by  it's  beauty
forever.

you  are  like  a  wild  flower
that  the  earth  forgot  to  tame
wild

beautiful
eternally  mysterious.

 

 

2006 Richard Atkinson

 

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