He sees her, desirable, bending,
swaying in the early morning breeze,
supple as young fern in frail sunlight
trapped in deep, luscious forest~
He feels her touch, as a zephyr
would comfort the laborer in the field,
rapt in his toil but mesmerized by
bestowed comfort~
He hears her, calling to his spirit
in tuned to her song, enraptured
with a melody that only he
can discern with tender appeal~
He tastes her lips delectable,
tender as sweet fruit, ripe
for the picking, long-lasting
on his palate that yearns.
Silver trophy winner
Honorable winner
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