Thursday, March 3, 2016


Darker than chocolate

Smoother than silk

Whiter than the sand on the beach

Your gaze is like the cobra

When I move

You move

You mimic me

Or is it I that mimics you?

Your voice deep and sensual

Your touch soft and gentle

Your lies subtle

You spin your web so well

I am awed by your presence.

©thelma migue, 2016

A cizoepoetry collection.


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