The Women Expatriates

 

The Women Expatriates ~

 

It was with a lust,

That he sought her,

Dazzling snow-woman who gave

To him herself, a swift darling,

Which cast a deeply entrenched need,

Inner spirit that he had set aflame,

Swept the harshness from his eyes away,

Removing the façade placed them o’er-

And promptly glorified all his dark thoughts,

Sparking the heart and crafting,

Of his heart’s form a fire-tinged gemstone . . .

 

One that is much nicer than,

The frigid expatriate-

When she removes her cold, aloof signs,

Causing him to glance toward her-

The swift, graceful soul which

He could but dance with-

Whose soft glances force him away,

As the heart may sing loudly as she reveals,

The navigational glow within him,

The arch of winter’s hems as she,

Fully turns her dress to its good side,

Her eyes no longer showing coldness.

 

Haply though, in the cold wind,

He loses all his directional senses as,

She removes from him the jaded ties-

The illusions false of such terrible weather,

Glacial drifts between them,

Takes them so neatly away,

With a beautiful dress of jasmine luring,

Grasping on his sense of chivalry ~

 

His eyes will see,

Senses will perceive also-

Touching upon the art of sheer grace,

That now rests within the small foothills of his soul,

Whispering nothings in his ear through,

Mother Nature when she provides,

A renewed, refreshed understanding . . .

And guiding him back to his home,

Of womanly characteristics and softness,

When spirit of mother and young woman,

Gently touch his cold soul,

Removing their former crassness,

Soothing it with love and nourishment ~

Reviews

[Luke L]

Great stuff, what a lovely sentiment

[Foxemerald]

Thank you for your thoughts. I appreciate you stopping by ~