Poetry: Cassandra

Poetry Cassandra

Oh Cassandra your ever
smiling cherub face reminds
my soul of Cupid’s delight.

A melting sun glorified her
black flowing black hair
soft as a bubbling brook.

The buzzing bee parted
eager lips and engaged in
quenching sweet desire.

The intrepid sun would
strike fear and dread as
it clung tightly to my clothes.

Oh Cassandra eternal well-
spring of a deep born urges
remember me remember me.

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