when i call you beautiful

When I call you beautiful

I mean eyes of hazel

A crown of gold, topaz

And jade stone

Saint-Tropez in midsummer

Sunlight filtered through emerald wine bottles

Coral sands stuck like gilt

On warm skin

Emperador on the temple floor of

Some ancient lost city

Amber light drying

Morning dew out on the veldt

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