House of Heart

Your eyes are the crescent

of a silver bay that circles my mind

in the deep mystery of sleep

your voice an invocation of bells

that once rung cannot be undone

in dreams I am your dancer

beckoned at your will

I am a charme on your well cut cuff

a link on your diamond encrusted chain.

ballet

art by digitalina

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2 thoughts on “Temple Bell

  1. Quelle charmant!
    I love reading your poetry. You are the best, and there should be an award for you.
    If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was written for a wide eyed little B**. I am sure you are wound around his teeny cuff by now. ❦x❦o❦x❦o (Jeep’s sleeping…….)

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