Rising, as mist from a white frozen lake,
As a scorching Sun sears its soft
supple flesh.
New Spring morning awakening
senses,
Calling, beckoning, pleading its'
case.
Crisp and clearing by mid-day and
yet
Lingering quietly, memory pacing,
Recalling the freshness, the
dewdrops on daffodils
Dancing as daylight escapes from
its' hold.
Fingers tap softly on silky smooth
shoulders,
Patiently waiting for hopeful
reaction.
Pictures encapsuled in memory
mindful of
Each minute detail I find in your
face.
Tasking this creature who dwells
here inside of me.
Dare to confront what I know cannot
be.
Lord, give me strength to be
perfect in battle.
Passions run hot until flesh is
stone cold.
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