She stood in the doorway
white nightgown draping
her tears with a different
kind of peace
Falling back into the darkness
hiding her shame in a
tiny room at the end of
a barren corridor
She ran graceful eyes through
a quiet winter pond
remembering solstice in another's
shameless eyes
Hands bound in stolen memories
satin ropes forgot hearts
and consequences soon trailed
off into the night
She buried her thorned rose
in the starlit whispers
trickling over his lips to
her wanting ears
Dawn broke the silence with a
razor blade of discontent and
they parted the petals of this
rustic encounter
She fell back from the light
traversed into the darkness
silk strewn on the floor by
her empty bed.
1-17-97
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©Denise Angela Celeste
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