For Vanessa

 

She takes his arm so shy and demure

and with one swoop gathers up her elegant gown –

        his adoring gaze is bliss to endure

        a portrait of taffeta and  flowing hair of brown.

 

They stroll in silence and drink in the dusk

        each aware of the other, and speechless nonetheless

        the summer night’s legend tells of incense and musk

        Her cheek’s rising blush, she hides with finesse.

 

‘Tis the romance of eventide that stirs the heart

        and brings out the softness of an amorous gent

        as the twilight’s perfume and lightning bugs dart

        to the giddiness of mood, their magic was lent…

 

With sudden abruptness he turns her to face

        his also flushed features, and boldly steps close –

        to gaze into eyes that say, ‘come in my space’…

        his waiting is unbearable, in anguished throes.

 

‘Ah, my dear Precious, I long thee to kiss’,

        then stops and waits and Time stands still.

        ‘there is nothing tonight that surpasses this…”

        She nods, is weak - with an intense thrill.

 

That starts in her feet and moves to a smile,

        she closes her eyes and angles her head

        and parts her lips, and all while

        she reflects and wonders with ‘nary a dread…

 

He tenderly brings her to his breast

        and meets her lips with his –

        so locked with hers, he knows he’s blessed

        died and gone to Heaven, he is!

 

He releases his grasp to look at her

        not wanting to break the spell.

        To see her soul, if affection did stir.

        ‘O, her eyes are a cavernous well !

 

He takes her face in his large, sturdy hands

        adoring the beautiful belle before him

        with arms to her sides, making no demands

        so gracious, so graceful and proper and prim.

  

She offers her hand to him to kiss,

        she sweetly grants him her biggest of smiles

        he remembers her mouth, thinks…’ah, such bliss!’

        her resistance is one of her feminine wiles….

 

He takes her hand, and encircles her waist

        to strike an intimate dancing pose,

        her lips of wine he longs to taste

        his heart beats down to his toes.

 

On the other hand, she has longed to spoon

        with this handsome and dashing gent

        wild abandon to the night was strewn

        yet coquettish restraint is lent –

 

“Hold me dear man, make my cup runneth over,

        I long to feel your embrace,”

        “You are the one…there’s no other lover,”

        she musters with all of her grace.

 

“My dearest Love, my goddess, my All,

        how can I ever be worthy of ye?”

        “My ardent love by comparison is small -

        please return it is my only plea.”

 

She gazes in his eyes, and sees the moon

        and the stars and the sun and the rain,

        a fullness of love – the thought makes her swoon

        to ignore it will cause her such pain.

 

She moves close to him, just one last time

        and promises to him she’ll stay for life

        he is mesmerized by her beauty sublime

        and knows he wants to make her his wife.

 

Her impeccable upbringing puts love aside

        and reasons with all of its might –

        but the Love of this Man and beside him his Bride

        become one and are veiled by the night.

 

Copyright © July 2004   Amy L. Allison

           

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