Evening Rose

The dusty window frames her form Silhouetting her fragility as evening falls With hands as gnarled oak Clasping the unvarnished rocking chair Her painfully crooked feet gently cause a methodical tone Upon the now jaded rug... Hypnotic as time... Head relaxed tilted window bound her mind caresses visions of times Long gone... Where once there was enthusiasm, adoration Frantic breaths within desired moments Where she had grasped in exploration Whilst he relished her soft young form.... During those poignant snapshots Within a moment of staid meandering Her eyes fall upon her now withered hand A stark reminder of where she sits now... She closes her eyes So the fading light seeps through her now Wafer thin lids... Her world now a Rose tint of red hot passionate kisses That moisten her lashes As she inhales the sweet definite musk of him... Cleansed purely Whitewashed She raises, deserting her now obsolete shell No more sordid pain.... Encouraged by him still so preciously young All that she so cherished She attempts to hide within her aged hands Yet.. they are fresh...unblemished by time As cotton sheets in a warm summers breeze The couple share warm Rose kisses Moist eyelashes and Eternity.....