Emerald

Who could have known  Your face would  launch a thousand  ships , the forbidden taste of  blood red lips  Stolen,  How delicate  Your hand ,  And smooth   The curve of hip, Your form tender  As etherial dove, An embodied love, On wings  Set free  caressed by sun  And spread in open air  Across  The glistening waves  Of the emerald seas  That are your  eyes.

Who could have
known
Your face would
launch a thousand
ships ,
the forbidden taste of
blood red lips
Stolen,
How delicate
Your hand ,
And smooth
The curve of hip,
Your form tender
As etherial dove,
An embodied love,
On wings
Set free
caressed by sun
And spread in open air
Across
The glistening waves
Of the emerald seas
That
are
your
eyes.

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Queen

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Queen

Egyptian queen,

half Greek,

with your piercing eyes

tender advances

and merciless attacks,

ravenous dominatrix

you humble powerful men

flat and

passive

submitting to

the towering succubus

above them.

You are dark

and olive skinned.

Sometimes you are blonde,

delicately painted pale.

At other times your hair is red

and your skin tinted with

Royal Egyptian blue.

Your scents and oils,

your weeping eyes and

eye brows

and subtle skills

are legend among men.

Arousing spices, whispers

and the light from candles

are your swords.

Your words are serpents

swallowing their tails,

never ending

constantly recreating

transforming,

and convincing.

Only old truly

ambitious men

succeed in not

falling prey

to your serpentine

charms ,

and the delicate sensations

of expiring

in your arms.

From “the Black and other Base Elements” by ¬†PWChaltas