She’ll wonder how
Many hairs are grey
If your heartbeat
Feels the same.
Consider the new
Wrinkle by her eye,
And which stress
It was cause by.
Crisp morning air
Will cause her
Red curls to dance,
Would it affect
You, by chance?
First blush will arise
Around her,
Comforts of home:
Ground, she clings to.
Simple house shoes, worn
Her toes content
Ankles exposed.
Behind fawn wool,
A woman’s desire shown.
Frozen concrete steps
She sits upon gracefully
Allows for silence,
Awakening a quiet
Reflective dawn;
Her serenity.
Each timed breath,
Causes movement
Beneath her
Heaving breasts,
Proving control:
A lady’s weakness.
Yet you’re aware,
Her day has begun
And still,
She’ll want, require
The comfort
Of you,
Her Eastern Sun.
