Dragon Shaped Clouds

Dragon shaped clouds exhale a summer heat,
as blackberries dream of ebony night.
You smile and I'm enchanted by the light
that glows from within you like moonlit wheat.

Yet I try to still my rapid heartbeat
for I am not ready for love's delight.
Dragon shaped clouds exhale a summer heat,
as blackberries dream of ebony night.

If I fall for you, will my sins repeat
their sweet taste of mint; my carnal birthright?
Would rose-colored glasses make lust take flight?
You kiss me and I falter in defeat.
Dragon shaped clouds exhale a summer heat.

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A Rondel poem