PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

She is stunning, I say to myself,

in buddhist bracelets and a black

bikini, whose free spirit

on the crystalline beach

hushes even ocean waves

during the silent transe

of a dainty darling dance,

jumping on velvet sand,

and splashing the shallows.

There is no hid treasure

but the calm revealing

intoxicating wild whisper,

flooding warm elixir

and absolute romance.

Home is in moments.

Death is only hope---

hopefully eternal embrace.

A sun dagger pierces me

because the love summoning

of passionate power prevails,

again to desparate desolation.