The Daily Poem

AFTER HOURS

In feminine composure like the night,

On slender lily hips of creamy white,

Your glass the empty nest of a silent sea,

The wine absorbed in the mental nebulae,

I left you feather sunk in a leather chair,

The moon & stars all fingered thru your hair.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 507

Rhyming Couplets

Lisbon, Portugal

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JOURNAL: Hotel Lisboa Tejo

~ The Daily Poet