the sun rose
opened it's petals
in a thousand tails
around the pose
when the sun lifts up
and rays fall delicately
in the serious cup
and baying hounds relatively
close
I saw her eyes
open and rise
in a film
and sterling roses
close in ties
stunning and bright
open and pose
I saw her eyes
and blushed
like a child
in the playgroud
when the nets
catch the bees
and we swing along
on our knees
the end of the book
came to a close
in a thousand eyes
in paper thin and slight
I watched her hips
from the stands
sway, and tip
like a weapon in the night
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