Lisa

The ivory Madonna
dressed in black
Fine pale pages
trimmed in jet

I have no dreams
But to open her
read her
Know her in every sense

The nubile
snow-flake princess
Vapor seed
from another place

I have no hands
But to touch her
melt her
Mixing her with my tears

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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