Mark R Slaughter (1957)
It's in the eyes,
Young - history green -
Mystery doesn't play on this occasion;
Elegance does -
Lays foundation -
Dignity is all,
Underpinning dare with balance:
The veil to sight, diaphanous at best -
Not so the inner one.
That look longs for settlement,
Hides a room - empty for the moment -
Door ajar, yet hinges tight:
Urge of womanhood is
Waiting in a lonely glass of wine:
How long to hide -?
Hanging on a move
To break the vestiges of matrimony.
An urge trickles to the surface:
Still another wall! Thicker!
When to flood the space with bloom,
Advertise that slenderness of arm? -
Flout her personality;
But readiness for taking simmers cool,
Falters back to nascence -
Fear of fighting fights with desperation.
Beauty at the bar -
Brown flits of eye -
A flash of yet-to-be,
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012
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