They come and go, her lovers.
In and out of her life.
Leaving remnants of pain, lust, love…

But he remains,
Tall, Strong, handsome,
Nameless, faceless, her dream.
Always wrapping her in the gentle haven
Of his arms,
Enclosing her in a cocoon of an emotion so strong
She can touch it with her fingertips
And bury her face in the neck of pure love.

Others try and fail to stand post.
Chipping away at the wall around
Her heart.

But he remains,
Nameless, faceless, her dream,
Yet unfulfilled.
Still, they dance slowly in the dark
As a seductive breeze stirs the curtains…

V. Elizabeth Clark

Photo: Curtains Blowing in the Breeze by DeTea

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