Friday, September 3, 2010

Elleanore

The fading cinnamon of her skin,
Glowing faintly in the morning sky and
Piercing through the gloomy dawn,
Guides me to peace.

The subtle, white hot gleam
That shimmers from her fleeting embrace,
Surrounds me in lost abandon.

The gentle simmer of love's release
Pulls me higher with wings mended,
But pale from lack of light.

Elleanore awakens
Blinding with her reach.

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