Saturday 7 March 2009

You

You are a genius.
Your heart is a secret chapel,
A place where powerful echoes hide.

At night,
There is a soft heat
Buried behind your eyes,
As you sleep, curled up
Like a baby lion.

Under a quiet light,
Your skin is like satin sands,
Your unmapped curves
Are bathed in the voices of the stars.

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