Gothic…

What fervent fire
her gaze could spark
as though the very moonlight
upon her raven tresses
suddenly became sentient
and walked its way across
the space between us
setting the ground aflame
with her passing
leaving nought but the smell
of jasmine and scorched earth
and an echo of her name
deep within
the halls of my soul

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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