Verzen’s Daughter

You are open, white, willing,

The waiting, flashing, light-emitting

Quiet, your hands move sweetly and soft

And your hips move so befitting.

 

Your neck and shoulders like the overflowing cup

And I would drink with full intemperance

While feeding on your eyes of fire filled hazel

My soul locked, hypnotised in the hemp trance

 

And you sweet Olivia, fluid, flowing like the ocean,

As though you were written like cooling summer water

Shining as I read you in the shimmering pond,

I dive in to sink with Verzen’s daughter.

 

 

 

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