Your dawn chorus
In our deliberately darkened bedroom,
the silvery slivers of this day's first light
softly kiss the contours of your face,
carefully carving out each perfect curve
like a sand-dune's crest
beneath a bright new moon.
These lines,
as bold and clear as Nevada neon,
sing out in harmony
a dawn chorus of good fortune
heard by my eyes alone.
Mark Mr T Thompson
Mon 7th Oct 2013 06:07
Thanks gents, neither gentle nor subtle in my regular modus operandi. But I'm working on it!