Whispered breeze, inviting hands,
elegance is slight and then she smiles.
Embracing minds in imminence, yet not a single vowel dances.
Summer White, gives strength beauty,
She led him to an edge he could never resist,
A fall of emotion and forever cries echoed sublimity…
…no realisations passed their trembling lips.
Ocean rocks, bodies splayed, fate breathes insanities reason,
crimson slicks stain seas she swims..
..as he, who will ever turn away.
Summer White, springs eternal,
vanity tattooed across her temptations pleas.
Attraction of only skin deep, murmurs upon soft fingers
For what she wants, she takes….
…and yet not a single vowel dances.
© Nick Hawkins, all poetry rights reserved 2008