GENESIS OF MY POETRY
That first warm smile
My ink starts to flow.
A beautiful goddess flawed perfectly
Acquainted with hardship and pain
Yet equally blessed with resiliency
On her terms lives life with no shame.
Statuesque yet unassuming
Imbued with innate sensuality
Kind brown eyes, red lips blooming
To kiss them would ne’er be reality.
Enamored I am with one artistic feature
On her smooth, white shoulder a peacock tattoo
My lips yearn to press each colorful feather
As her friend it’s something I just cannot do.