Your eyes
Your lips
Your décolletage
They see – me
They say things – to me
It is revealed – for me
They know
They arouse
They heave
My heart
My love
My life
Rodin
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The Kiss (Rodin)
The new moon slips its smiling face
Above the morning camisole of mist
And shines a gentle beam
Across my lovers breast.
An early breeze stirs fading shadows,
As night is chased further into the dawn
By the golden promise of an autumn sun,
And reveals the soft curve of lips –
“Stop staring at me” she smiles…
But I never will.
