Whispering Wednesday Presents: No More Metaphors Required

Where does this poem begin?

With a drop of lace, draped gracefully over a gallant wrist–

solicitious fingers

brushing an errant lock of golden curls over the delicate curve of an ear most tender pale.

.

And my mind swirls with such verse as would blush that lily petal red.

.

Then I–

clasping that wrist,

dancing my fingertips upon the stage of that palm,

my parted lips hovering ever nearer that sweet blossom as a bee in search of nectar

to alight on that velvet bloom in suspiration softly.

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And this enough a catalyst it seems,

to metamorphose that lily into a rose.

The transmutation thus complete, so ends this poem.

No more metaphors required.

I really screwed up on that ear in this drawing lol.

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