Pleasant Ever-More

June 8, 08

Moulding to unfit waves
The blown glass liquid
Shaped by your burning
Lips to hands to fingers.

You made it first red,
The colour of the dress
I wore when we met
Lips to lips hand to hand

Then added silver,
Which reminded you
Of the night we danced
Hip to hip foot to foot

Once more you finished,
Another masterpiece
Which reminded you of
Fist against my cheeks.

I praised it lightly,
Knowing you already knew,
How much I loved it.
Fist against my cheeks.