The Goddess Maker
Her soul lingers in the lonely corridors of my mind
Long after her bodily presence has gone
Her eyes like cat shadow eyes appear now and then
In the recesses of my brain where they once shone
Her scent like the unseen scent of rain
Drifts in and out of my peripheral sense of smell
Her touch caresses my skin like a breeze
Where I lay naked on my bed as time stands still
I have raised her status in my heart to that of Goddess
Loftily she floats always just outside my reaching arms
I worship her memories like a golden sun idol
Wishing l could once more share her charms
I was once the implement of her innermost desires
Now I kneel at the alter of her sacred heart
I thought I could imprison her love with mine
Now broken, defeated, from her spirit I sit apart.
Beautiful writing!
~ Mari
-Carrie
Paul;-]
You Romantic You!!
Love Tinka
Monette
Antoinette
Take care,
Sherry
"Memories may be beautiful and yet...." (Barbra Streisand impression) : )