Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Mosaic

You are high-born -
A woman I saw in
Lapis, alabaster, chalcedony.
An elegant Byzantine
Who, over her smooth
Polished shoulder,
Looked back at me.

You looked at me
With your almond eyes
Of rare inlay,
Your half-smile serene,
Your scarf red and gold.
And you reached to me,
Your fingertips
Grazing my cheek.

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