slithers of touch
softly caressing
emotions of her soul
this fragile canvas
breathless with
memories of yesterday
today…tomorrow
these wounds
masking sacred petals
from her élan vital
matter no more
by the woe’s from
shrines buried deep
as the edge of love’s pivot
submerges her thoughts
in euphoric visions
of edacious desires
***
even just
for a
night
©AvdL 2015