Beyond
the vineyard
in an open grove
I found her
hidden away
with her head low.

Long black hair
flowed
over a lilac dress
hiding her pain;
when it broke
to the surface
she sobbed
uncontrollably.

Wanting to
comfort her
I reached to
touch her.
Her deep, brown
Spanish eyes
embraced me
reaching
deep inside.
Tears welled
in my eyes
as I felt her pain;
her sorrow
seduced me.

Sun drenched
emotions
mingled
in the wildflowers;
I made
love to her
in the open
grove.
Her body
pleading,
pouring
everything
she felt
into me,
electrifying
my senses.

Sending
shivers
up my spine,
her fingernails
cut into my skin,
leaving me
aching for more;
a bittersweet
taste of pain
and exhilaration.

The mind
of a troubled heart…
So misunderstood


Without
a single word
this woman
with the Spanish eyes
spoke in color
vividly
as her passion
would allow.
Captivated
by everything
she is
how could I not
fall in love?
In an open grove
beyond
the vineyard
a concert
in the spirit
of destiny
still lingers,
in reflection
of her sorrow.