on meeting my muse

Green eyes burn fierce
like a trash can
on Fire

Black hair falls
short on slender

Black dress mocks
the night hides the
mystery of subtle hips

Black monster boots
boosts height three
inches taller

Painted green dragon
breathes fire on

Against skin like
milk on a silk

She fades into the
night like an ethereal
white ghost

1 Comment

  1. Mel August 16, 2007 at 7:58 pm

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