Highborn

by Maple Tree   Jul 16, 2018


Ravens drift to sunshine
like a taboo superstition upon
unholy lips,
scandalous -
travelers gossip
as they conjoin together
becoming Siamese twins.

Tucked upon a shelf
like a soft, satin napkin
she glistens during an azure dawn
as if to showcase her diadem smile
and majestic edges,
ending with a midday extravaganza
of food, wine and melody.

A mixture of night versus day
sincerely romantic -
a glass slipper makes
its final toast; capturing
the historic event;

Discrimination shadows
a sanctuary union
while bigotry scatters a nation
to become a massive treasure hunt;

and all they wanted was to kiss
within the privacy of their own hearts.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    Miss Andrea,
    Just beautiful indeed lady
    Much love
    Michael :)x

  • 5 years ago

    by Aegis

    I can never get enough of your words! I feel like I'm high when I read them and then when they stop i just want more. Great work<3

  • 5 years ago

    by C Cattaway

    So complicated, to be so simple. So alive, to be so private.
    I liked the peripheral view beyond the kiss..
    Well done.
    Catherine x

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