I am anxious to look or to caress A beautiful, blooming, illustrious *****. Vibrant; sumptuous red flower, I would steal your time if just for an hour. I swing between clovers, petals shelter Forever. Woodlands help her. Athena: Towering stature- plethora- no measure. Tiny spots, flicking hair, untamed treasure. Beneath inconsequential ethereal Is something smaller, a single blue thrill- Charging through empty halls at solid walls. But the Devil smiles when an Angel falls.
This was something I wrote for a woman. I never gave it to her. Timing was always wrong.