that woman from
passion’s play
known by
many names
her hair
is always dark
always long
always beautiful
tangled or not
her eyes
a hue of brown
captivating
enticing
always inviting
her height
her shape
her walk
always akin
though eons pass
that beguiling laugh
with melting smile
those lips of red
virginity’s allure
images dance through
boudoir’s and kisses
as memory’s serve
from eons past
a twisted heel
a balanced catch
a velvet touch
as eyes embrace
in scent’s release
fated lovers
star crossed
and doomed
a tragic end
unchanging
voices in an
avian choir
accolades end
the temporal
beat fades
deep within an
ember awaits
another rewrite
to passion’s play
that spin upon
forbidden fruit
bitten onto
encore upon encore
#passion, #soulmates, #love
September 12, 2014
A Poet's Haven 