tall, those trees of wisdom
who\'s swaying called her forth
heavy hung with fruit of life
and fallen, chance was caught
to hand the apple of her mind
a ripeness purely wrought
whilst gazing through a waterfall
to pen poetic thought
riding waves on turning tides
cadence ebbed onto her lips
nurtured longing, loves embrace
a murmur gently slips
now there upon her parchment
a harlequin of words
a rhapsody, enchantment
not spoken, never heard
as lush tongue touches palate hollow
in perfection now she mouths
to purr a silent consonant
count syllables allowed
then soulful bathed poetic eyes
each droplet poured imparts
the pulsing romantic mystery
of her gentle beating heart