she smiled,
her face had
the texture
the shape
the color.
cradled my love in her breath,
in the palms
of her 
she was distinctly alive
had honey colored skin
auburn hair
instantly evoked my
spoke two languages,
and something else.
echoed all that i gave
had a humbling
to who i was,
wrote about her beauty on
poetic paper
i could taste her aroma,
her love liquid
looking at her, she was the
the blue morning dawn.
she was a heroine to my wants,
my needs
spent many hours in the bedchamber
under satin sheets,
heat of her body through the thread,
through the fabric.
then, one day, watched her casket
lowered into the earth
trees swayed under a cold,
winter wind
leaves moved to other
small towns
but, she stayed with me
her replica
her soul
her life.
Copyright © 05/15/2013  Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

2 comments on “replica

  1. L M says:

    Amazingly beautiful

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