Tendril Trace

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNzK28eCdc8  (Sting: Come again)  A poem for my girl Tuesday.  I know the words of the song are beautiful, and so too I hope are the words of my poem.

Come again, come again

Simple request

He only held out his hand

He knew that this was

Best… to watch for know

He knew

She feared her wounds

And believed they made her

Less… some think that each wound delivered

Invites a hint of death

But a wise gardener knows

That pruning actually

leads to the

Best… of times, beauty savage

All in her possession

The time is to step forward

No retreat no

Regression… it’s the here, the now,

I know

that you will find

That days long past

Remain long past

And now’s the best of

Times.. times insistent press

So will she answer my request?

Answer arrives

Eye meet eye

Hidden grin

The storm rekindled

She moved effortlessly,

Elegance embodied.

In a subtle sultry sash

Across the floor.

She is beauty incarnate

Lithe form with sylvan call

Her gentle trace

Her beckoning eyes

Still cause one to

Fall… into a tendril trace upon the mind