Alethea
Great men
paused in mid stride and parted
to make way for her to walk.
She would not be denied her path for circuitous routes.
Her fulsome hair clouds the silhouette that enticingly chisels lovers souls with a defiant fire.
The soft emboss of faux tales
Her stamps efface.
Black and lustrous raven
He traces it's curve on rose hued conches above her lips
Her parted Rubies abrades his heart.
Flintstone forging fire!
He can never forget meeting this maiden
A meeting in heaven
Who will walk on maddening nails of truth
Forsaking the ease of pliant moss.
Arched brows slaying archer
Dropped long bow
Parching thirst
For beauty
With
Grecian maid's classic apparition.
Should she even exist in such petulant worlds?
Soft the flow of
Her trailing cloak of roses
Each kiss of the heartless grounds an act of worship,
And devotee's prayer come true.
Romance walks the night in hip swaying mystery
But splendid Alethea walks daylight
Into epiphanies
of candid glory.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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