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.