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The Dragon's Mouth, The Lady's Slipper
- Late
in the day, late in the afternoon,
- I
find myself traveling home, home to you
- from
far away.
-
- I
enter your doorway, knocking softly at first.
- A
gloved and velvety arm flutters to the arc
- of
your throat.
-
- I
love the caress of your silken Valentino,
- your
upswept golden hair held perfectly in place
- with
a ruby barrette.
-
- I
love your elegant lips, peach-pale and parted
-
slightly, your golden shoulders delicate with angels,
- with
orchid wings.
-
- Most
of all, I love your azure calm,
- the
heat-lightning summer sunset gaiety
- of
your consciousness.
-
-
Impassionata, adorned with dusty perfume,
- now
murmur my name in time with your dragon’s mouth,
- your
lady’s slipper.
-
- Late
in the day, late in the evening at last,
- I
find myself traveling home, home from you,
- so
far away.
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