the alone of her

she knows she's sexy;  
in the best way  
by herself in silk  
   
her grace is like glacier    
slow-subtle, shaping valleys  
   
her velvet coil    
softens venomous slither enough  
to eagerly offer up blood  
til pulse  
   
I picture her  
in deadly smooth setting  
wearing shear fabric;  
too deliicate for angels  
holding a glass of wine;  
red as ruby tears  
and the background sound  
must be what Bach aimed at  
   
her form declares rapture from every angle  
and her skin needs touch,    
most of her needs a partner  
god bless that man, who earned her hand  
but, that alone of her  
that which can not be coveted  
entices again; my travelled allure  
   
and    
as my mind seeks entry  
into her solace  
my current surges past lightening rod  
to will  
my art has never been so hard  
as when I think of her  
   
I will stretch canvas  
and drumhead  
gild parchment  
and pound keyboard like piano  
as long  
as there is the beauty  
of the alone of her