flowers etched into snowy skin;
a myriad of finger paintings in opalescent pearls
graceful hands creating a pattern
of hypnotic aches and swirls
her lips glistening;
like cherries in a rosy sun
bloated and barely hanging on the branch
ripe and plum
shy dappled sunlight
glimmering lazily on milky walls
a blushed nose like a
soft pink silk dripping sprawl
YOU ARE READING
of pretty girls and constellations
Poetrya collection of poems about pretty girls and love and the stars and of all things beautiful
