When a man without a purpose stops and stares in wonder
It can only be to behold beauty of the enchanting type,
When he feels he has been awakened from a deep slumber
Then be sure his longing has been drawn towards a fiery princess,
Or perhaps she was a queen from a dark underworld
Where passions are enjoyed openly at the envy of the modest,
Her maturity was so apparent, yet her youth shone bold
To this lost man she brought the blinding light of promise,
But was he seeing what he thought he wanted to see
Or was he seeing what’s real outside of a feigned existence?
What difference did it make considering what was being freed?
Something so delightfully lustful it nagged him with throbbing insistence?
What was it about her that could make a vagabond found?
That made such a difference that hearts no longer cried quietly?
Was it her eyes that pierced like crimson rubies every time she smiled?
Unfazed, just still, glaring innocuously back at an envying society?
Or was it the magnificent design of her godly hands
That seemed welcoming to a stranger who didn’t know any better?
Was danger ever so cute that one could risk going mad
Like making love in a burning hell with a backdrop of slick magenta,
Whatever she promised he would swallow with gluttonous fervour
For he couldn’t deny that he was intoxicated beyond reason,
And he hadn’t even heard her speak, nothing, not a murmur
But he knew if he got close enough to hear her heart beating,
There would be something there unseen by all creators
Something so pleasurable that he would always keep it close,
Something that killed the desire to beg life for favours
Something that gave strength and made a man keen to face his foes,
Something so natural, like falling leaves in mid April
A time when unique beings are born upon the planet,
And somehow make the rest of us feel quite able
To embrace our internal flame and make good living a habit…