He was yearning for an angel
what he found
was a woman
in flesh
and blood
with curly hair
and lips like wine
and limbs
like soft feathers
just as tender
as a touch of those
but the colour
of her curls
was not
red
it was like
a forests shadow
and just as cool
she was no angel
she was no devil
she was
just herself
childlike
and
old like a sage
and wild
and free
strong and weak
just
a female
human
being
no angel
no
no angel
just
a soul
in a body
with passion
and
endurance
oh yes
man
mind you
mind your woman’s
soul
I love this hair of the forest, this beautiful child woman all at once
This is my favorite poem so far.
Oh!!! Thank you so very much :o)!!! That really gives me a happy smile! Have a great day!