She wore illicit memories bare
between her fragile lines and
symmetry of engraved desires. Collapsed
in stranger lamented breadth unheard
for all longing, swept away
from hearts. Inward to raging
fires. Her nape pressed against
the winding lather of kismet.
In wants. Overtly staring into
those empty vessels of emotive
hearts and envy’s placed. Sensed.
She sips withered days despair
and passed in those times.
Each night together in dreams,
the song hearth calling free
to shelter her in inner peace.
The radiance encased in fragility,
sharing this rested lonely foreplay.
(This is an acrostic poem, the title is there somewhere)
Poem © Phen Weston, 2016.