Maid In The Mist

She lay across the pages
in a mellow candle glow
etched 
in the gentle script 
of her soul,
waiting for his touch
upon the Braille of her skin.

Her heart bled crimson
in the ink of her desires
while her dreams
wove gently through the stars
casting subtle rays 
upon the words
that defined her. 

He ran his hands across
her parchment, 
read each syllable
and drank her essence 
in the moonlight,
breathing life into her veins
with the warmth of  his Love
and she became a tattoo
upon his heart.

He lifted her from the pages
to carry her,  
written across the soft of his palm
and when he  wrapped her in his presence 
like the velvet fog cloaks 
a sleeping morning,
she was his maid in the mist
and he was her Niagara.
 


december 2005
ŠJanet Reid




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