Pleasure is the beauty of her hands in motion Slender twigs, delicate hummingbirds Parting sky like bamboo splits the breeze In the evening her dark eyes pierce chocolate stones cleaving me dead center She has a way of looking at my life as if trying to reconstruct a broken toy She sits back to me on the edge of her bed between my heavy thighs a regal and curved shape I rub her back, legs, toes, arms clumsy but earnest fingers enjoying her tanned softness She gives of herself like a gift Treasure trove of caramel skin, a velvet offering A queen’s ransom from this princess of downtown She is royalty trapped between my legs because she chooses my hands that knead her muscles , that touch the necklace that seems to never come off peace symbol of silver fuses our friendship forever She sings to her son as she twists underneath my caresses Moonrise and sunsets flavor her syrupy, siren voice I am moved to be with her and content to be in her house filled with piles of history and rescued items And at the end of our night, she grants a final privilege Her leg thrust forward, soft clay ,warm ,golden underneath my sculptor’s hands which have never felt anything so precious She casts me one more look. a rare dandelion soft gaze And even if I cannot firecracker open the gates of her soul Cannot break down the recycled stack of grief, motherhood, activism protecting the crescent of her island heart, cannot unleash the imagined desire from her deepest self that will quench my parched heart Still she owns , inspires, destroys, drowns The rising rant of her sweet and sour words flooding my universe like endless stars for to be with and without her is the most exquisite twin torture
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Eos: The Creative Context 
Very sensual and beautiful poem….you create such a wonderful portrait of her….well done.
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