Long I waited in vain

Wistful was I then, my heart
longing in simple pulsing charms
for Venus, pure soul in flesh
carried by the willow breeze
to my side, to blanket me
sun warm cotton caresses,
assurances poured into
my hollow frame,
of love to ever
endure the fire.

"Turn your back to fear"
her beauty dissolved
to a whisper.

Last updated April 09, 2011