Nightly in desires regress
Into memories slowly digress
A sudden stop to life’s progress
To embrace in words the momentous.
She explores her self and soul’s essence
Unscripted and without pretense
Lost and lonely but free of defense
Open to her lover’s presence
Beneath the waning crescents
In mist and prayers and incense
Her thoughts to paper dispense
Falling akin to tears’ descents
Fingers – possessed implements
As memories form as reprints
Friday, October 10, 2008
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