this woman i think of

[aybarafaile]

She is waiting
here, this woman
I think of.

My love,
where does my love go?
Decorated hearts,
with miniscule holes
in them, laced and beaded.
Pink, raw, with a soft scent.

This woman I am thinking of
is afraid.
She has so much desire.
Her body is swollen.
A swelling concentrated heat.
What does it mean to be taken?
It is easy
to excuse yourself
when you are no
longer in control.

She is passive,
but full of desire.