First Date
The round and oval moonlights collected
The blue bowls holding tales of pink cupid
The red hammer that in the heart was laid
Started laying strokes of purple drum beat
The woodland wove a romance rosy black
Let it be the ocean breakers, it wished
The sonnets jumped down from all the lilacs
A heart beat or two in my breath I missed
There she stood in a blue sari of silk
An ageless red bird in my heart restless
In my blood a joy of the shadowed milk
Of the moon that now kissed her darn cute face
In a velvet mailbox the serpent hissed
Dropping a fire as the half-furled waves kissed
January 20, 2018
A First Date - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
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