I wear you like a cherished locket
between the cleavage of my breasts
close to the beating of my heart

I wander nakedly, without you
bathing in fragrant memories
drowning in magnolia bouquet

No longer my ray of sunshine
I am but a porcelain china doll
cascading rivulets of candlelight
and yellow roses in ginger hair

Fiery moonlight drapes a sarong
over the shoulder of a memory
a trellis weaving forget- me- nots
echoes lovingly, our torch song

©SyberRose/2001