Upon her soft,full crimson
lips an unanswered question lies.
An unquenchable bittersweet fire
burns within her sad emerald eyes
born of deep seated desire
that swirls like a whirlwind
within her lonely heart.
Painful want fills her soul
and wraps itself around her
like a bloody silken web
as it passes by her upon
the wings of a snow white dove.
Donavon Scott Vinson