The Wait...

And there she was again;

Waiting for him.

Concealed in the anguish of the hot day.

Everything she had never dreamt of.

Everything she had never wanted.

He was mystery,

He was seduction,

He was desire,

He was beauty.

But he was also confusion.

Her eyes gazed with hope into his soul.

They were as misguiding as the lost night, that imagination could define.

He knew that she could see everything.

Every dirty secret that he denies,

Every dark desire that he wanted fulfilled,

Everything he hid inside and  what he wanted  known to the world.

It was as visible to her eyes.. as clear  as droplets of wine in a cup of white rain.

Yet he kept his gaze fixed on the wrong path… upon the void standing before him.

Into a cliff of despair and regrets.

And if only he would stand up and free her from her invisible trap,

He knew that she would service him.

She would service him until his pleasure reached divinity…

To a place where the good grew stronger and the bad succumbed.

Where his pleasure is not her pain but a smile in her heart..

And she knew it well enough to call it home.