Pink Camellia
As she gazes dumbfounded
into the orbits of your eyes,
You hark in silence
while angels whisper
the hymns of your revelations.
His mouth muzzles her,
while his lips are the equivalent to a lotus,
His kiss became the rebirth of her sun.
The rifts in his hands leading
to the waters of Niagara Falls
became her travels.
It was the mission that would see over her dirty pond.
He stares as if she was pink camellia
longing for her.
He became the many
desires of her galaxy.
His freckles like drizzled drops of honey
leaking from the cracks of God’s fingers,
And as she watched him stand tall,
bold, beautiful, like the Ama Dablam, Nepal
it was then she realized
she was one step closer to blessedness.
– Brielle KD
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