She comes with care, entwining night <br />With shining smiles. Her siren thighs <br />Hold close our need; within her light <br />All hope is mirrored; from her eyes <br />Comes promise of a solace bright <br />To dwellers under cloudy skies <br /> <br />Their sighs are quenched, their wounds are dressed <br />By her moist eyes, by her good grace <br />By laughter stirring in her breast, <br />A lively face, a fine embrace, <br />The promise of a warm caress <br />In gentle friendship’s secret place, <br /> <br />A dwelling sweet, deep in her core <br />Where quietness softness, mildness blend <br />With rich delight, elation raw, <br />Where healing fire streams without end <br />Where energy that knows no law <br />Finds tenderness in a blithe friend.<br /><br />Richard Blanch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-homage/
