trepidations

we first met at the at the quay
it was scorching and we were uptight.

your eyes are like those chalcedony,
a dull shade of translucency; unpredictable

your lips taste like those colored shaved ice,
delicate, glacial and sacchariferous; addictive

your voice a deep shade of velvet red,
luscious, orgasmic and lulling; ironical

you are a person, flawless and full of flaws
yet you are the person, the only one,
that moved me
from the depths of hell into
the realm of angels.

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