Re: Absent Temptress

Searching for my Temptress,
For tonight I reconcile with the sobering realisation,

Tonight is not the night,
For are we ever destined to dance faintly amidst the 'maybe' or cinematic portrayals of what could be ?
She lies in my subconscious like a nagging uncertainty,
A sponsoring thought I cannot abort,
I sugarcoat the truth,
With parliament procedure,
I call your name,
Symmetry I seek,
Clutching my template of tantric ritual,
Seduction is symbolic in the confides of your hidden visual,
The stars are supposedly in line,
Stars, constellations, astrologically bound,
Will you ever materialise ?
Conversations denote a union close,
Yet your kiss remains elusive,
I ' m so confused,