She sits in silence. Her sorrow grows.
Violent shakes, missed beats her woes.
Allowing the wolves to search for victims.
The hunger burns and her pulse quickens.
Awaiting a touch from the hand of God.
Love to soothe her aching bod.

Night's dream, I'll take, by way of Mars.
A beacon? Guideposts be the stars,
That divide the gulf between us.
Flashing like bulbs, pictures of Venus.
Memories fade as the days linger.
Reminding me no less, I need her.

© Copyright 1994 by Alex Poulos.