Sunday, January 1, 2012

First kiss

The muse watches from a distance

 

Starlight in silver captured in cusped hands

Harlequins breath in colours of cocaine splendor

Hands reaching from beyond the looking glass

Sprinkle gold dust on the footfall of the betrothed

Liquid butterflies resplendent in eloquent vowels

Tasty morsels lick around the profound

Nails in black painted from the sky in eons of jade

Silver dollars line the streets paved in cobblestone footprints

Dilly daddle a prose of angels

Silken knives slice the airs sweet grace

Eyes dreamt of diamonds reflect a sweet void

If I kiss you in Paris will it be all to late

4 comments:

Brian Miller said...

Liquid butterflies resplendent in eloquent vowels

Tasty morsels lick around the profound

nice...wicked flow to this man...and a vicious muse you got...kiss and let the chips fall where they may...

Claudia said...

oh i like...most the kiss in paris..but also the whole feeling of this...the liquid butterflies, the black painted nails from the sky...great line adrian..and hey..my ikea poem is up...and i've worked your allen key in..smiles

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a build up the that first kiss which may never happen... this is a grand philosophy of now: best followed when it comes to passion.
Great to see your work shared on Real Toads.

Sheila said...

breath-taking words and images and the rhythm and rhyme I adore.