Masterpiece Poem by Miracle Quist

Dear Lover,

Your face is music
Orchestrated by Handel
And his choir of Hallelujahs
Canvassing for the solemnity
Of your reflection
Like Beethoven's classics
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Your every move is perfectly captured
By the Moon
As her fingers naked as an Oboe
Ride downtown the cool breeze
Of the evening towards my imaginations.
.
The arch of your brows
Extend to the smoothness of your face.
In them do I find the coldness
Of the Himalayas and then again
The hotness of Japan's Onsen.
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Your nose is like
The cedars of Lebanon
Shaped upon the laps
Of Cupid and Eros.
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The curve of your lips
Sends me headlong into the fountains
Of kisses erupting from your honeypot
Indeed your Persimmon lips
Make me crave for whispers
Slowly gliding off of them.
.
I could go on
About your hair
The way it whips around the wind
Leaving me breathless,
As I watch
These astonishing water falls crash
To the bottom of your slender neck.
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Your eyes
Are enchanting enough
To leave me vulnerable.
Just gazing into my soul,
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every tether abound my heart.
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Every delicate movement of Picasso's brush
Wouldn't dare recreate such perfection
Found in the roundness of your cheeks.
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Like a rose
In response to Summer's breath
You open up feelings of old
Wrapped in the freshness of today.
.
My love,
I'm hypnotized by the sparkles
Of your ivory teeth
Which I'm sure were carved outright
From the tusks
Of Lin Wang.
.
Should I go on
About your skin
The way it glitters
In response to the Sun's greeting.
It shines as beautiful
As Ebony gotten from the Amazon.
.
You are a masterpiece
One too perfect for
Michelangelo's marble
For you were
Forged and heated by the bellows
Of Aphrodite herself.
Indeed
You are the true definition of beauty.
.
Yours Lovee
Miracle