Hancock Harlot

Her smile alights that place
Of men
Unspoken
And inside.
Gaelic Goddess
Cheekbones high.
Chin of steel.
Ruby locks.
Windows of hazel
Silken, thin lips.

Whereupon wonderment
I sought her gaze, her glare.
That she grants me her glance
Is gift to soul.

Chasing memories
Grasping for days passed by
Recalling fondly, past haunts.

Were we joined in those passed gallops
Surely still we would remain.
Had I had the chance
To walk with you
On this day still,
Would your hand be in mine.

The enticing thoughts of union
and embrace
Are held within a mortal heart
A chance, a single stolen moment
Would lift the soul
And calm the beast.

Reviews

[Alexa Apothic Red]

Oh, this is beautiful longing! To wonder and ponder on lost, stolen and passed chances... tis but the reverie of every romantic, I should think. We already think everything to the death! And then add to that a memory of the wonderment of another and the exchange of air between you... sometimes, it is all the kindling one with an overactive imagination (I am also totally guilty as charged!!!) needs to build a brilliant forest fire of longing and pondering, what if my forever had been with you instead? What if we are bound to another but the real match and echo to our soul exists in another? What then? Thank you for sharing. This is superb! I really enjoyed the raw urges of longing subtly laced into memories and admiration for the vision of beauty.

And tell, me, how does one "calm the beast?" If not to have needs and wondering satiated??

[Nipplegrinder]

I wrote this directly after the first phone call we shared. Prior to this, emails.

[Ardra]

its beautiful, very different from your normal works..
i enjoyed reading it :)

[Matthew Kult]

Daydreaming about what if's.

Great read

Matthew

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