Ginger Kissed 

adrift upon griseous chatelaine dreams

she spoke while sheltering her mantic seerees

foreshowing her breastpins and torque ribbons

with her euphonical visions stately offering

infallible answers are more than her foreign tongues

dipped with silver's chrome and gold's copper sheen

in her delicate eyes I seen the pools of sapphires and pewter

with jeweling emerald fields dancing in exotic perfumes

as almonds and ginger kissed within the pale dew light

her evocative breath woke beneath forgotten tear drops

calling under starry moon beams tenderly goodnight...

(Written: June 13^th, 2010 3:36 p/m)

© Poetess Victoria L. McColley