Leatherette Angel, Seated

Leatherette Angel, Seated

Eyes small as raindrops
In the April mists of dawn
When faux leather boots
Cover the calves
Of her glacial blues
Her gaze focused like a sunbeam
In a magnifier glass
That burns the paper of my soul
Into a smoking fire
With her derriere the sun,
Seen peeking through clouds
Of denim shorts,
That ignites my passion
With the Siren song of youth
To seduce my soul
As Samhain approaches
In the orchard of dreams
Whose apples are ripe
With the blush of maidenhood