She had dipped her toe in the warm waters of him.
After wading and being
waylaid for so long
astride the coastal rim.
There was an urgency not felt before;
a want not named before
now crowning and filling his flanks.
No more an indigent wandering lost
along the path,
nor indifferent to the task
but, purposeful awakened, to my need
and how it was more
then the act of planting a seed
Temple of Love Poems for Marie Antoinette
Copyright 2014© Aria Ligi from Temple of Love: Poems for Marie Antoinette
Mighty Muse Productions
Aria Ligi 