A gentle call for a piece of ice
Heard from the corner room
Where blue beams of light
scattered over the corridor
Shadows that touch invisible hands
swirling around her body
Could be anyone for your cloudy eyes
But just one for an open body
Sweat from her forehead
Bonded together their monastic pleasure
Swept out with his freedom flag
Which pierced into her heart alone
A gentle cry for a piece of ice
Heard from the corner room
Where blue beams of light
scattered over the corridor.
When blue was not enough
For her monastic pleasure
Long awaits turns into fury
And whisper turns sweat in amber
Poetheart (back)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-maidens-whisper/
