Sun EminenceA Poem by TySun Eminence.Touch Fingertips Instruments fine tuned Resonates, Looms, Illuminating an overcast noon Illustrates vintage, Slow swirling vinyl Echoing from Alaska to Longmen Caves' ancient ruins, Quid quo pro Mother Nature, And, Well, In hopes she'd spare love in return Vanilla bean sweet and impressive as Italy's Ponte Vecchio Or bitter as wine Tart as vinegar Gripping The sun's eminence above Venus Red hot We desire touch Presence of Bull and Matador And maybe heat and passion speak in waves No longer hazy, dim, or grey Touch Bright Intricate Tangled fingertips. © 2017 Ty |
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