Here She Comes


Here she comes,
my love.
An elusive feather
cast free to the breeze.
It’s sweeping low,
then soaring high,
yet ultimately drifting
down to me.

Here she comes,
my love.
Plumed as a bird
from paradise.
Would I dare steal a kiss
from those heavenly lips
and rise on her wings
across cobalt skies.

Here she comes
my love.
Waxing scorcery
with her temptress stare.
A clandestine spell,
a flick of a wand,
I am but a slave
In her secret lair.

Here she comes
my love.
Coy look of innocence,
a mask on her face.
As if she didn’t know
that her magical force
stole away my heart
and left not a trace.

2003, February

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