Return me to the age of Romanticism

by The Princess   Aug 21, 2014

I'll wait for you - near the water's golden edge.
Draped in the scent of roses, the suggestiveness
of midnight-black and the twinkle of all that's silver

and white.

I'll wait for you, every afternoon, every after light
near the water's edge. Curls bouncing in anticipation
and a sinking sun between my breasts.

I'll wait for you behind every whispered stroke
of a brush; 'till the paint dries then once again

till it fades.


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