Laodicean Soul

Like a lost dove flying desperately
Over a lakefront shore
Was the labor of a levee as she arose
I took the liberty to lust in her throes

Only to find myself lost in her luster
Purple shades and the fragrance of lilac
She was neither hot nor cold
She had a laodicean soul

Lampblack shadows covered the sky
As her body loom over mine
Like a lithograph made from stone
Seduced by words unknown