she

She came from where the wind began,

An ancient, lost, forbidden land…

The answer to my childhood wish

Whirled upon me like a dervish…

Are the mirrors of my soul,

Stealing more than they deserve?

Am I on the devil’s merry-go-round,

As I gaze upon her loveliness?

I dared to steal a second glance

Was hushed silent by elegance…

“Pleasure has a certain penance.”

Was all she spoke before the kiss…

I gazed within my magic bowl

To see if she would stand or blur…

The sands stood firm under her gown

She in one with my inner self…

©April 22, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic