Weeping Willow

Years of sorrow play,
Upon the withered tendrils,
Groaning in the wind,
Whispering sweet nothingness,
Enamoring my senses,

Beauty beyond life,
And lips that beg me closer,
Eyes that draw me near,
As your fingers pull my hair,
I wander inside deeper,

Yearning to be one,
Ascension to the climax,
Parting from the crown,
Fleeing into the hollow,
Immersing in your alcove.

by patches
posted on 02/11/2008