from her crinoline fluffed skirt
to her hangy-down pig-tails,
she was all a yet-to-be woman;
fulfilling growth's spurt.
from her red eyes she cried
blues' tears.
she'd had a man but lost him;
he was lost as well.

catapaulted, un-asked, into womanhood
and stirring was her confused soul.
childhood, whisked away by love's envy,
carried on his wings of lust.
settling like a windless dust storm
on her heart's muted throbs.
and hurting still is her aching soul;
bleeding-out all compassion

03/09/2005