It's a distraction
inspired blackness
intruding with the semblance of subtlety
she there a simple skirt
a light blue rouse
cut to measure the breadth of imagination
top thinly sampling the crest
her signature in cloud white
allays the tracing element
darkness

Waiting
as if to idle speculation
a cursory glance this way
reveals a suggestions intent
creamy heels tied with lacy bows
hung patiently at the back
front tips gathered forward
as they slightly bob this way
the conscious breath
of inner temptation
the calming veil
of misdirection

Phone sings and she responds
disappointment but a glimpse
now moving on her legs unwind
milky white extending itself
motioning a minor expression
the attendant eagerly captured
enfolds the mystery placed within
his palm holding firm
some resolution
unlike her own

A scent of no.5
seductively faint
always unmistakeable
lingers above the words before me
always her way this much is shown
initiate the phrase
she'll draw the day forth
lead it blindly to her way

I taste the lure cast upon my mind
an apparitions illusion
the picture as she shifts herself
twining to reveal a step beyond
the hunger awakens
as she readies to feed

The pity is more so evident
rising within
I feel the edge of beauty in decline
soon its glow shall lie blunted
dulled by the essence I wield
the shame that shields all age
that something so remarkable
could hide such lasting pain
and as I gather myself the more
I cannot elude the blame
to take another like
to further steal
myself away