She

She gifts the night with amber warmth.
She folds and holds me fast within her ruby heart
To quiet my frantic voice of grey paleness.
Her passion breaks the chain
Of ebony pain with kisses gentle. And not.

Her touch does soothe and sear.
My heart does want yet fear
Until again within her eyes my soul finds calm.
And from her kisses of fire I open all
To grant to she who is. And not.


Originally written and published by me on August 22nd, 2017

21 comments

            1. It’s an excellent choice, you Byron.

              She walks in beauty, like the night
              Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
              And all that’s best of dark and bright
              Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
              Thus mellowed to that tender light
              Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

              One shade the more, one ray the less,
              Had half impaired the nameless grace
              Which waves in every raven tress,
              Or softly lightens o’er her face;
              Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
              How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

              And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
              So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
              The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
              But tell of days in goodness spent,
              A mind at peace with all below,
              A heart whose love is innocent!

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