Acquiescence

The tear of my mesh, you can not repair.
The key now inserted begs my submission.
My longing is heated as you unbraid my care.
The tear of this mesh, you can not repair.

Driven by our letters and a lock of my hair.
In time, my flesh becomes your clavier ~ Listen.
The tear of my mesh, you can not repair.
The key now inserted begs my submission.


Nicole
7.21.13
afternoon

Maiden

In her bed she lay nude sans pretense.
Emotionally spent from years of traverse.

Around her heart, a skillfully erected fence.
In her bed Eden lay nude sans pretense

Assigned to the  King, her soul no longer tense.
A gentle lover he kisses her slim novice purse.

Eden lay nude, in their chambers without pretense;
emotionally satisfied after years of traverse.


Nicole
morning