...walking <br />along the shoal, <br />loosed-wavelets breaking <br />on her feet.unwavering, <br />washing away the dent <br />of discarded inhibitions. <br />a malleable heart, inept <br />of his adulterated ardour. <br /> <br />last night... <br />the masks were in disarray <br />caught in the rush of desire. <br />the conqueror was unrobed <br />but not his heart. <br />for to another, it is bound.<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hollow-emotions/
