The Windmiller's Guest
The woman he has waited long to see
has come to visit him at last! She rests
against the rail as he stands nervously
and keeps his gaze from going to her breasts.
Her modest dress cannot hide from the gent
the maid’s allure! He wishes he could still
his pounding heart. Oh, she is heaven sent!
To see her in his own world is a thrill.
For here she now stands, where he often stood
and looked out to the valley where she dwelt.
He breathes spring air, and everything is good.
Such joy before this time he’d never felt!
The young man and fair maiden chat a while,
but hardly does he hear her words because
he only sees her mesmerizing smile,
her eyes, her skin. . . He’s blind to any flaws!
Night’s shadows soon will fall. He reads her eyes
and knows that she, like he, can feel the heat
between them, and before they part, she’ll sigh -
the moment when he'lll taste two lips so sweet.
*See the picture that inspired this poem on Isaiah Zerbst Contest page