| Wild eyed woman-child The minstrel poet who dances lyrically across my heart Her soothing mind-touch guiding my quill Her verses swirl into an elaborate confection of poems The musical river of her sweet voice whirling in my soul A passionate cadenza continually evolving in the wild waters Time tastes upon her tongue Eddies past Never touching the eternity of her ancient spirit Her heart aches for love's embrace An endless hunger lost deep in her soul Frozen in the grave silence of her sorrows She saves her kisses for her unknown lover Painted paper butterflies fluttering in her heart Waiting for love to visit her again She finally tires of crying and retires to her bed alone Light dims and brightens on her sleeping face As the moon passes through dark horsetail clouds She free falls into a lover's dream Feeling a shadow take her from behind and Savoring the warm sweet breath upon her neck Her dress silently spills to the floor Unseen hands caress her breasts And lightly travel down her body Finding the passion flowing between her legs She begins to sway Undulating to the hypnotic rhythm of her desires Her movements Her touches Conjuring spells of delight She submits quickly to the pleasure And lets the warmth of her fantasy soothe away her aches and weariness Devoting herself completely to the dream Wild eyed woman-child Sprinkles her desires throughout my poems I scribe the small nuances woven into the tapestry of her unsaid meanings Feel her soul touch your heart as you read |
| A Lover's Dream {Isabelle} |