Temptress & The Pea

love poem reflection

in the dark days of old let the truth be told

where mere nobels tread to hide away from the pain

in scarlet thread with quaint visions in their head

a beacon of light to a much hurting world in need of love

　

there she awaits in the parlor by the floor

a quaint encounter lest I implore,

visions of Lavender hue out on the lawn

the Sparrow faint of song

　

Caress the kiss of a new day's dawn

in song the reproach of dazzling thoughts

a kiss from her hand maiden to increase the flow

take you to quaint places you ought to know

　

she often sat by the pond to hear the smooth scent of a lively swan

her tormentors would lurk with envy in their eyes

Maple with syrup leading on her breakfast toast

like a lost seagull out on the coast

　

the temptress of fire down to the wire

nestled in her suede hat was a little pea

as if a chalice dancer blown away with a hint of laughter

come together through the shutters to appeal to the senses

　

falling, falling & burning

heads were turning as if butter was churning

gasped for breath in the place of resistance

there she sat alone the temptress & the pea

　

hoping someday that a fine gentleman would marry thee

to close of the river Nile deafening the blow

there are some things you ought to know

draw out the faint of heart to increase the mighty ego

　

reflections

never second guessing

professing

a challenge to be free is a question of time