Love Story

She wanted him
to split her open
dig the marrow
residing within
her innocent tongue
speaks into his ear.

No one notices
his fingers typing her keys
translating a foreign language.
He listens
to buy her a house
Santa Fe, living.

She feels the sand
touching her skin
the sun drying her hair.
The flowers enlarged
done in pastels
the stamen a brighter yellow.

The honeybee works
royal jelly,
sweet nectar her perfume.
Romeo his brother
Juliet her sister
together they sipped the poison.

Four lover’s  of silken dreams.

Poetry

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