Pink Hibiscus

Nothing ever makes me so curious|
As the sweat that slowly trickles down your neck
Soundlessly supple, a drop of bliss
And I follow every dribble, down as it goes

How you stand up, awkward and unsure
Shoulders a little hunched, head a little bow
As if your arms to you, do not belong
And I follow those movements as they go

Tiny freckles that adore your skin
Little concentrations of melanin
Every spot, that makes you pristine
And I notice each one, and so much more

The houris in high heaven so burn with envy
Of something so riddled with blemishes
Of each dot that paints a whole
And I wish to write a poem on each one and more

Your lips so delicate, so fine, so full
Pink, like hibiscuses​ in bloom
Flowering as your eyes they shine
And I notice that shine, every single time

All desire of men and mer would end
If they were to embrace your lips, in an eternal kiss
An ephemeral dream unlike the  world has dreamt
Something no earthly delight can best

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