Reflected in
my imagination
was a face
I dreamed of facing,
with eyes of
emerald fire
to spark
an unspoken
token of
desire.

So, by a cool
pool of blue
rippling water
I sat pondering
the squandering
of precious
moon kissed
lips.

She waits
in water
wading in
a vision
of a wet shirt
that wrinkles
and clings
desirously
to her
angelic body,
just like
the thin strands
of long
brown hair
that lay
against
her face
and slide
down the side
of her temples
to settle
on her collar.

Goddess
of the water,
leaves me wanting,
to be consumed
by her blooms
to be devoured
by the reflection
of the moon
in her eyes.

Though, I yearn
to touch and burn
in passion’s fury
she is more
then a thousand miles
removed from me,
becoming
a fantasy
that I will dream of
but never meet.