I Should Say...

[silver]

I only thought to temper

this fiercely uncomfortable

intense longing This last bright

bloom of desire from a thorny storm

tossed bush before the petals slip free

To spin lazily to the ground forming brown

and pink patterns on the withered gray grass



I am content with my impending season of the crone

I have been both the maiden and the woman bearing fruit

Now comes the natural passage of a peaceful fading away

from all things fraught with passions of the flesh

This unexpected surge of sensuality has caged

me in confusion frozen me with surprise



A wall I shall build between this solitary

vestige of my feminine lustiness This last red

blossom I shall cherish until it pinkens and browns

Possibly I will forget it ever bloomed, along with my name

But, I will always remember your name and those blue eyes

that change colors with the depths of your emotions

[darkness0within]

Love always remains Silver.

Desire becomes something more than just lust over time I feel.

I do love your writing my friend. An excellent piece.

[silver]

Thank you for your read and comments, Darkness.