Woman Locked

A woman (beautiful, wanted, needed), as you can see,

Is gloriously personified and so desired by not only me

But by all who see her beauty, as only she alone can be.

 

Eyes alone can only see the exquisite surface of her, of she.

For vision depends on her reflected light, and that flies free.

Don’t think that the image reflected is her, that’s only maybe,

 

For she adorns and decorates herself, as everyone can see.

But beyond and deeper within, locked inside, her thoughts be.

Locked down within, as is her appearance, concealed from me.

 

Would I had a bar of soap, washcloth, and that damned lock’s key.