Sycamore tresses,

Feathering caresses;

The pale beauty of her naked shoulder.

Her parting lips,

Her sharp white teeth;

Enclosing passions of tremulous desires.


Whispering wishes,

Murmur falling;

The breaking words of an ashen dream.

Among earthen avenues,

Morning calling;

The waxing sadness of light.


Of starless nights,

Her almond eyes;

Surrendering thoughts like berries.

Dew drops arc lines,

Her sweet, sad face;

Illuminated in the breaking dawn.


24 September 2013