I Wondered in the Moment

I wonder if she might know

the very sight of her peace in repose

would cause pangs of yearn

when might I ever learn

the beauty and grace of woman

will always inspire my return.


She laid her soft tender self

upon the column a quiet rest

whereby a man might see genteel

her consummate beauty in pose

the essence of love in fantasy

is that which might demand we see.


For in the quiet of an evening pause

did I suddenly find my wish to be

inside the realm of her own dignity

inside the sensual peace of her levity.

I walked alone in hopes she might see

there is a truth in an evanescent integrity.


Sweet walk is the quiet air of imagination

when seeing it is her own lovely sensation.

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