The Balcony
The soft cries of her voice escape, back and forth flowing
Behind her I exist in solitude, observing and knowing.
The dark ringlets float in the silence behind her
And a beautiful sunset wanders into the unknown
The sheer fabric too floats over her skin aglow
And the melody she hums, she hums so slow
My footprints forever planted onto this balcony
I approach, mystified– I’m somewhere she cannot see.
My hands slide over the silk gown, bright and full
The energy seeping into my body from this jewel.
A diamond, so valuable, that I pull close to my chest
And my breath caresses the neck of this goddess.
Her vapors penetrate and my heart cries into my breast
Pounding likes waves into her shoulder,
Like the ocean lamenting its course
Tides of content and then, yet
Has she to feel my warm lips.
Embraced there in that sunset with the wind’s gentle touch.
The trees bring that breeze of warmth
So with my arms encompassing this beauty
My cheek to the nape of her neck
Soaking the heat and creating smiles thus.
All this, only to tell her that she’s so beautiful.
Not one word uttered, not one breath too loud
Except the humming of her voice, that mystifying sound.
Sunday
19 Mar 0
Christopher Loflin
