That desired one, a familiar face to him, a relief,
Her presence is a hot summer day's breeze--
With her plump, scarlet, affectionate heart she is a motherly, cautious, bear
Soft and sensitive to any touch, it is also the cub.
So candy sweet and innocent,
But fastidiously demanding and excessively satisfied.
And in his sights he sees her into intriguing mien
With her creamy white limestone skin
And meadow snow mushroom hair.
With her stone wall strength and vertical bluff poise,
Ironically, the trade winds of life wisp her away.
A fallen angel stricken by vice,
Her lips are the blood of a thousand broken hearts,
Crying a lamb's fierce clarion of judgement,
A friend to her sight,
A boiling summer day's crunching breeze--
Cooling the sweat on his brow
And delivering him to sanctity.

Dear **Scott**: You've created a picture
of Beauty as "rarefied fixture."
She lasts as some quirk
whose ways still may work
without quite implying one stricture.

An excellent poem, Scott!

You've created some very strong and really descriptive images.

I like the way that you've included so many different sides of this person.

The memory of her is very multi-faceted.

I also really like the way that the 'hot summer's day breeze' is a relief...as well as something else...

I enjoyed reading it!

Best,
Carol

Scott,
I like this love story type poem!
Your friend,
David Fox

Good descritions there. liked it. Gilly