For contented memories
Je ne sais quoi...
the privileged nights...
Sequestered kleitoris -
the little hill...
lies beneath a now gray field...
the Rosetta-stone of her long life...
Once awash in secreted desires...
Contains the inscriptions of the men of her life...
Stephen S. Yeandle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ageing-splendor-dimming-light/
