She walks with fire in the night
A star so close and yet far away
Almost as if a dream
Suddenly gave birth before my eyes
Slender and yet luminous
Amorous and alluring
A vision of love in the dark
Waiting and wanting on fire.
With her a star burns unceasingly
Even though shadows robe her
Love is a desire to be near
And yet a craving burning afar
Hands and legs so slender
Hunger feels ravenous
Insatiable even
For one alone.
And I, painted so faintly passing by
Feel so illuminated with curiosity
Travel delicately by her
Just out of her orbit
With companions
On a unexpected path
Our journey carries a purpose
A destiny with magic of our own.
Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York
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