Passion of Convention

PASSION OF CONVENTION (HER STORY) She grabbed his voice Though conference din Sought to win his gaze-- But crowds of gabbers tottered in... He missed the sexy nod she sent his way-- Distracted by a phone call--faded from his day. But oh, that face.... Would not be gone.... wild bony visage--home of passion's eyes-- Fate teased in him her Paradise-- an Upward Man Brash Upward Plans-- Of course, his heart must be attached-- Her stubborn mind holds fast to dreams, bows to Fate-- but loathe to schemes.... In sultry dreams The night is theirs Palm to Palm-- All answered Prayers. Eyes exult Besieged by bliss-- becalmed threshold of moonlit kiss she Owns his Face sweet charmed caressing that leaves no trace but silent blessing (His Story) Over a shoulder behind a pole he saw a face that grabbed his soul wild hair so red his heart caught fire hands of grace could capture choirs Laugh of bells tolled 'cross the hall just as he moved he had a call-- stepped out in search of quiet space, cut short his call yet lost her face-- She was gone... Another man? Abysmal sight.... a f_cking awful maddening plight. He's lost his chance, in town One Night. Her essence brands, Flays bare his heart-- But business swirls Worlds...seas apart-- Mellifluous tho hard to place She is a tune he can't erase the Dreamers tryst shake clouds above Moon Shadows Glow-- She nuzzles love and slips o-er him in Passion's Glove. V. Anderson-Throop Sept 2013