Song of Her Cheeks

I want to sing a song for her cheeks,

Write ’em a poem

The flat round  universal cheeks

Like any other cobble or pumice stone,

You know they are soft,

You know they are fragrant

Something lurks, something

They shine, colored

By her warmth and tendered by

All that is good in the world;

In those cheeks I see the  beautifulness

I want to see, the spots

I want to rest my lips on;

The pimple less, dimpleless landscape

And sing the song of love.

~ Saranyan BV


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