THE SKY'S BOUQUET OF A MILLION EYES
Her eyes hold the world
The Versailles Palace of secrets and lies
She lowered her lashes to contain what she felt, captivated him, whirled and twirled
Like a heathen princess she twisted in her Shakira dance, beckoning him to follow her and hide
Her bouquet was lost in her eyes
She stared blatantly and dismissed the sheet of confusion, the blur, the incomprable sight
Her mouth was a sweet reincarnation of the crimson cherry on the tree
The passionfruit of the golden Garden Gethsemane
Her eyes told a long unravelling story
One that will make a prince run through a thousand iron fortress gates to rescue and conquer the prepossessing damsel in all her glory
The book of history is an engaging read
A delicate lassie hopelessly in love, her chastisized heart bleed
Her bouquet is of the adorable fragrance of the Maison Kurkjdian florist
The Arabian Sheikh had betrothed a dynysty worthy of 500 stables filled to the brim with white Pegasus horses
He bows from the waist and falls on one knee and on her fingers he whispers a kiss
Take my hand precious one, come with me to the Island of Abracadabra and the wild honey dew Artemis
The sky's bouquet of a million eyes is for him the limit when he gazes without control
He loses himself in her mane of ruby coloured hair, wishing to be free of this story of old
They escape from the winding and restricting aristocracy steel grip hold
Her body clings, melts and succumbs to his hard anatomy and chest of a knights might and he smoulders
Her eyes say what he is thinking and she wants him to consummate this meeting with his chivalry off the God Apollo
He is gallant, wanting to take this being the magic of Hera transformed and poured into this perfect challis mould
She will wait forever in the mermaid cave of Kamchutka, the hot springs nursing their love making
The glaciers cool their essence and creates a beam running right through the air to the Andromeda boudoir and heavensake
She is adorned in his mahogany velvet eyes
The horizon rises slowly in the oceans eleven clear blue mile
Their lips touch and all creation sighs and rejoices
The sky's bouquet of a million eyes has just blinked closed to open wide and awaken once again to a brilliant array of rainbows and angel voices
BEAUTIFUL LADY OF HOPE ADORNED WITH ROSES PURPLE ROSES OF LOVE, ENCHANTMENT AND PASSION
EXQUISITE
EYES OF THE EQUINE THAT HOLD THE UNIVERSE
XRAY SHAFTS THAT SEE RIGHT THROUGH THE MEANDER AND HILLS THEREAFTER
QUEENS WHO RODE SIDE SADDLE AND THUNDERED AMIDST THE WINDING DIRT PATHS AND GREEN PASTURES
UNICORNS, THE BROTHERS OF THE MAGNIFICENT MYSTICAL ISLANDS OF PERSIA
IN MY MINDS VORTEX A XYLOPHONE TINGLES WITH EXPLICIT PLEASURE OF A BIRD OF PARADISE, SINGING SWEETLY AS THE HONEY BEES NECTAR
SERENE ANGELS COME DOWN FROM THE EMPYREAN AND CLASP HANDS, SOFT AND DOWNY
IT NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE, THEIR IRRIDESCENT WINGS GLISTEN WITH DIVINE LIGHT AND INEVETABLY FLY AND FLUTTER
THE BELLS OF THE CHOIR IN FULL CHORUS IS AN ARIA THAT IS AS GOLDEN TO THE COCHLEAR AS THE CRY OF A NEWBORN TO MARY
EAGLES IMPOSING MAJESTY STORM THE HEIGHTS AND TAKE OVER THE BLUE VAULT ABOVE, THEY CONQUER ALL THE BIRDS, TREES AND FIELDS OF THE GODDESS FLORA, SHE OF THE SKIES BOUQUET, THE FLOWERS, FERTILITY AND NATURE
