Dora's Aura Poem by John Sensele

At last, I cast my eager eyes on your aura, Dora, for the first time
That Monday morning as your silhouette
Sauntered, savored, saluted and caressed the climb
To your flat; you whetted my appetite

Hexed for so long
Restlessness has broken through and taken every part
That in me sings a swansong;
Dora, you've awakened and stolen my heart

A heart so much at peace without a kiss
Now longing for you every moment
That elapses as I miss
You so badly and torment

Grows worse and rows of pain
Rain in my heart; won't you love me
Dora? Offer me hope, Dora, don't let me suffer in vain
As I wait to hug and kiss thee.