Confessions In Her Confidence -

I know where she prays within the necessity of nightfall inside the Poets' Pantheon, an isolated Idol they all came, close as envy can to care, flowers and jewels from all the conquered territories laid quietly at her toes, Marco Polo would recognize her as exotic medicine travel for centuries to have a single dose, break your heart as a spoil of war that words could justify, Leonardo slave to invent new paints for her grin of grace, Janis Joplin shake out lyrics of how nobody could deny her dreams without consequence of catastrophe, demolish you with an ever deepening desire, she needed a man that could hold the heights of her heaven, a man capable not of sacrafice for a taste of her starlight but one offering partnership in the placement of ******'s origin giving forbidden sensation to her solar system, so accustom to receiving love from the enamoured amour as a dialect was nearly extinct in her essence, a Goddess so tired of inspiring, so exhausted, almost bled out, an Olympiean she wanted, an equal for Eternity, soon worship would do no more for her, she needed a man willing to receive her sacrafice, able to take on her needs, oh the beauties she may lay in his arms - J.A.B. This poem has been made for Poet Destroyer's 100 % Nature Contest - 2013