Mother

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1. Mother

Velvet creases
folding,
as a smile
tickles her lashes,
feelings of affection
pure unfiltered adoration
dampen her currants
usually twinkling,
with a mother's
feather touch ruffling
fawn ringlets -
cocoa whirls escaping
an orderly queue arranged.
quivering like a paper wing
(captured within breezes)
gnawing at her lower peach
but no juice will surface,
to stop this insanity
the madness of love,
one moment
no another, please!

Manipulation waved keys
clearly in the dawning silver,
he owned her
ginger-giggles and all,
with reluctance
written in icing upon brow
he persisted,
fought
battled instincts -

he won.

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