To: Two Doves
I could drink from your lipsInk your memory on canvas Daydream of your blush melanin skin I could drink from your lips Night owl at your poinsettia Never to forsaken; Could one be so besieged by the first Desire a second And still be wholesome? Could one be proportional devoted To the butterfly And the bee? Among the rubbles of treasures Envied was among Gold; Tanzanite Within the wilderness Lullaby you became Never to forsaken; © Christena...
