Ribbons

     Ties undone. Ribbons unfolded. Copper unbound.
Times to fall away. Ending the night with a seductive
smile.

      Yes sweet innocence of embroidered cotton
enhanced by peaches and freckles. Dare I entertain
the mind of anyone but myself with visuals to
fall asleep to? Oh no. I just feel amazing. Radiant
as Jehovah wants me to feel.

     Still the word creates a world of negativity to follow.
Oh it must not be viewed as such.

     The concept of just being quirky was not enough.
Flirting and tempting too far. Not fetching nor
bragging.

      Holding onto the images of simple cream beauty.
Speckles of brownish auburn. Hinted by deep
copper.

       A soft clouded haze falls upon the soul. Drifting
the mind stationary to be pulled tightly.

      Oh here I sit in my poetic rail and writing away.
Recalling of timed centuries ago.

     Hmm. I can just feel the sighs. Oh how the
rail tickles. Strands of copper have their days of
flying. The random spurts of innocent.

     Oh how drained I am becoming. Soon my eyes
will allow longer than that of ten minutes ago.

     Indeed white again peach pink is a soft glow.

    So smile with me as I have done what was
necessary.

       My quirkiness for a few to acknowledge.