Monday, October 4, 2010

Silhouette






















The straps

slide down

your shoulders

the lace slips off

your cheeks

your hands

lightly caress

your caramel skin

The shades

and curves

like the landscape

of a sonnet

my eyes

my mind

soak you in

your perfections

write poems

about your flaws

your hair blows

with the slight breeze

sight

sound

communion

your temple

rise and fall

fading

tan

to a darker brown

round

sensitive

voice

eyes

lips

finger tips