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A Soft Petal
Alas, a second flick, a feeble candlestick
A growed up boy, but in her hands
A petal soft, lover pure a quicksilver trick
To chase her eyelash fair to ocean lands.
Standing watching a breeze kiss the light
She's riding Zeus' bolt what fire lies in her eyes
A glimpsed smile stopping rainy night
Craving inside my mild truth o'er written lies.
Playing a key sweet lifting her eyelash slow
A silken gown of downy down and gone in sunshine.
She kisses a mocker's kiss meant for show
Wining the grasses fine, loving her midnight hair of wine.
Did I hear her touching my hand?
Did I see her softened neck of jewelry fine?
Yes, a youth such as I with working land
Longing one kiss, embracing dark lover's lines.
Clocks made to die while saving a step for day
Rock and rock and years I chased her adored steps.
Ah, but one feminine angel of softer love, not of clay.
And life, death all stars doth clefs and creeps.
I found thee once in toiled night's flame
All I had for thee was only a name
I learned her steps and songs so tame
Flying flight her doves and ravens came.
Then in older moment a petal born
Soft, pure, gentlest of nature's known
We ride on blankets her silence sown.
A daylight, a sundown two loves belong.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery