Secret worship…

Secret worship in the eyelashes

Empty mirrors those eyes?

Or are they full of beauty and personal religion?

A heart that beats fast religion for the visual

Slow explosion

Glamour rain

Falls with the radiance of jewels

Upon the eyes

The satin of sparks

And I worship with sexy breathing

A soft devotion like this can distance the heart

But one’s beauty is one’s happiness and excitement

An excitement competing with the world

A world where few things dazzle us

And inspire us to push our appetites into

The velvet arms of dawn

Or maybe that’s just the opinion of our

Worshipper of wet skies


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