Literature
She
Thoughts soften as the idea of Her arms around me drifts within my mind.
A stinging balm to the heart would be Her words if only I could hear them.
Her hands would be the teachers, forcing me to accept gentleness,
When all Ive ever known is violence and pain.
Eyes that would impart wisdom I otherwise would have turned a blind eye too,
Would keep me for no less than forever, which in itself is not long enough.
Were I to feel Her lips made of the sweetest honey
spun with the finest silk,
Surely I would never love another, quite like I would love Her.
Should Her touch ever find where my secrets lay etched between the fawn hil