Loving a Good Mystery


Simple enough, how pleasure hangs upon my lover’s lips

How tribulations drift away in the light that shadows her curves

The tenor to which she paints in watercolor

her imagery of our world

Some contend it is in the way a lover moves

her prowl-ness with infatuation

A bell that cannot be un-rung

Her voice that cannot help but be heard

Her cherished adages underlined and dedicated to memory

Some will say…herein lay a lover’s mystery

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