Into the Chest

 

 Lips, soft as petals, rarefied as undiscovered Wild orchids.

Hair, threads of gold gathered, woven, mined From secret caves.  

Eyes, that fell from violet skies landing on new Isles of azure.  

Skin, so salmon flecked, subtle, delicate, solas, Destination. 

Your body is buried cask and gilded keeper Of jewels and flame, whispers, searing cold, Blue fires untamed—  

Lush, fertile wanderings, colourful birds, sweeping Moon, pools of sorrows and light, trees branching, Pleasures keen, crushing delights without name. 

Photos by me.

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