Her Essence
By sidewinder
Risen in the dim blue light, Vivid and intoxicating, Subtle in figure and form, And there she is... watching me, For what reason I know not? But that's her prerogative, What woman can you justify? Still... in the perception of time her essence pervades in a wondering whisp, Glimpsed only by a heartbeat. May 12, 1999Written December 29th, 2001 © on Jun 10 2002 07:23 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal • love
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