Adorn her

She basks in moons cascading beams
before me lying in her nakedness
skin kissed by fairies lips of taupe
on creamy seas of velvet dreams

Naught even flowers can adorn the beauty
nor the stars in the heavens that twinkle
upon the luster of her green eyes
Pools of mint held as orbs slumber

For if I were her groundskeeper
how could I adorn perfection
naught even fields of flowers scent
of her essence be made to her proper

Nor could the passing clouds in heaven
adorn the auburn tresses of her hair
as only they can adorn the ground
for which she lays among the chosen

For I am filled with drunkenness
as she has encapsulated me within her
and I gently lift her unto my arms
now open orbs locked as one

I adorn her with a kiss

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
December 13, 2012