Mine Delicacy Poem by Wendy Bureau

Mine Delicacy

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I step ginger, 'pon the brink of thine memories
You, thee very centre of delicate pleasantries
Bestow 'pon me, abroad palpable fantasy
Allow thine palate, to savour, a delicacy

Unclothed, bared bashful, of all fabric cover
Such breath taking beauty, I inhale mine lover
Sweet scent of supple flesh, adorns, dancing 'pon air
Winds wisp whispers dancing, that of shoulder length hair

Consider not, thine love is nothing less of pure
Attest not of its authenticity for her
For with each breath that replenishes thine lung
Twas ingested with undying passion, then sung

Harmonious hymn, of unmistakable measure
Glorious of ear, singing symphony, treasure
Gently hand cradled by Love's interlaced fingers
Weaved for strength's protection, desire lingers

I step lightly 'pon the brink of thine memories
You, the very centre of delicate pleasantries
Bestow 'pon me, abroad palpable fantasy
Allow thine palate, to savour you, mine delicacy


Copyright 2008 W. Bureau

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