Tuesday, February 28, 2012

STAINED SHEETS



Years
Before these twin hills
Adorned the plains of your chest
I paid your price,
In coins
And hours, bent
On your father's farm.

Today,
On this virtuous sheets
You become mine,
I reap the wages
Of a heart that loved
And a back
That ached for love.

I have counted
The jigida on your hilly waist
And these sheets,
Stained with the brush of passion,
Bear witness
That I met, betwixt, a wall,
Not a trodden road.

3 comments:

  1. Sweet; very. It thugs at a cord. You did well.

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