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
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013
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