I, fragile as friable rock,
Reduced to powder,
Carried away by
Transparent water,
Burned by the earth's
Tongues of fire,
Seeking beauty
Within my limited
Sphere of vision,
As she,
Object of my desire
Dances,
In serpentine seduction,
In ancient ritualistic homage,
To an abandoned harmony
Which only
She and I can hear.
Donovan Baldwin