The Dawn of Apollo

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A stray tulip in a meadow near a river framed by smooth, gray stones, Like a path made of waterPetals blush-bright open up and out – toward the sun… like flirting with the lightApollo, his curiosity, mecidiyeköy escort and his grace,  as gentle as his kiss … or his favorThe moment silent and thick – şişli escort like an phallus made of windThe tulip’s petals The eyes of the godFlickering, winking … like the entry of a blushing brideThinking of her eager bridegroom – puckeringLike lips, hungryGulpingSwallowingSo much sunlightAbundanceWarmthNourishmentO,  Sweet God of Light,  Tipping inside –  just right.The god of music is silent as he blinksGazesupon the poetry unfolding,dancing from the tulip – His gaze fixated deeply – yet gentleAs she plays alone in the WindVoyeurism is an act of god.

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