Alone, Under a Willow Tree
Sitting deep within myself,
Lamenting Lovers Lost.
An Arm across my shoulder...
My gaze moves upward along satin smooth legs,
Past bare, half-cocked, hips.
I slowly allow my gaze past her
long, slender, stomach.
Raven hair cascades over bare shoulders,
Stopping inches above exposed breasts.
Explode among the willow
The world is exchanged between their gaze
Both have risen...