Her lips remind me of my first silk shirt <br />How it stuck to my skin in summer’s heat <br />Revealing my best to a jealous world. <br /> <br />Her hair reminds me of a lion’s mane <br />(Her will and passion cannot be tamed) <br />Dressed in it alone, we both go wild. <br /> <br />Her love reminds me of the burning sun. <br />It consumed until its lights outshone <br />All my darkness, and keeps me in day.<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-157/
