Penny

Penny asked me to describe her

to give life to a long dead heart

'What will you write?'

curious eyes peeked at papyrus

where a pen feverishly scratched.

Wise men wrote of fire tendrils

gracing pale delicious skin

a dawning beauty we only dreamed of

sickly sweet her skin

tasting of honeysuckle and lilies

and those delightful orbs clearer than the sea

I've touched nothing so soft.

pure hands graze my leg.

She wants to read me.

To know what love is for one time,

but mine would never be enough.

She tucked the paper in her pocket

and left two days later...

So much for endless inspiration.