If She Were Never There

If she were never there who else could be at once sensual and sublime in form and style? In her absence, Who will match her eloquence and diction and entwine me with an embrace divine? At times what she says is short and terse so I fail to know her quick, yet her words hum long in my heart in an enigmatic tune deep, but If she ceases to be, What will this heart do in its rib-cage? If she does exist, emotions raw or refined How will I lay bare and share what sits In the cave of this heart? A beauty that can enter any Heart In trails, tribulations and triumphs caught She the Poetry, is the epitome of Art, her absence I can fathom not. 22-Jan-2020 If There Was No Poetry Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One