With him she reached
heights
only hinted
only a dream
of passion --
of desire --
forever unattainable
the myth that never
comes true --
a willingness to serve
his needs
wanting his pleasure
more than her own
and in return
fulfill hers
Her skin burned
in the afterglow
of his attentions,
a warm tingling --
satisfaction
lulling her to unwillingness
to leave the space
in which she found
the one sought so long --
and she feared
lest in the telling
she might lose
all she had desired
There are no happy-
ever-afters, but she
wanted
this one
It was not logical --
It was a dream of a prince
in a foreign land
It was a night
when candles
shimmered
in a darkened room
and the afterglow
lasted
a lifetime
