Captured Beauty: Woman of Azure
Blue was her favorite, love her passion,
but not all is without cost.
She has the ability to create love in
stages from ages past to present to
He would prove worthy of his
manhood while seemingly enjoying
her attention, giving love, giving gifts,
giving his very soul in stages.
She gave him all he wanted in her
tender womanly ways; telling him
of the excitement and joys he gave
her as she moved about her day.
Neither knew of the dangers of love.
Snares, trips, and the false vanities
that seem far away and high above.
Truth could not supplant itself during
the madness of their passion; as
body heat brought forth a delirium
that is now everywhere in fashion.
Her warm soft skin and tender eyes
with their up thrusting lashes, evoked
a charm she would do no harm; one
embrace and he was swept within a
maelstrom of continuous charm.
She felt right within his embrace as
her body yielded gently in the most
intimate ways; supplanted logic – too
late, as he tumbled head first in loves
dance of false plays.
He hid her this beauty as his friends
oft asked about the beauty in blue,
he might mumble in a hurry or he must
get about, while his thinking of this
secret joy was reason to honestly
But cursed angst is waiting in the
wings, soon his life suffered as blue
beauty desired more and more new
At first taken calmly, the gifts got
bigger, more expensive as her desires
for them grew, his answer was to
seek out better things as work or as
life demands clashed with the beauty
Her hair was textured with waves
and folds, her hair some days was
matted short scruffy and dark as
night, others pensively strewn about
and bright as the sun shining with all
of its might.
Lips soft as the mist, drove him
towards false bliss.
Ever present was the blue, a cool
color on her nails, as mascara
coolly tinted and her warm body
seemed to clash, one look, a warm
smile and all willpower was smashed.
Blue shoes adorned her feet so
lovely and new, like a trip to a
fantasy land – blue ice and blue
wine flowed across his tongue
and past his heart as he must
find a way to fetch her away in
his current plan.
In the hotel where our three lives
converged was a large affair made
up of stories overlooking the Austin
Opera, with its dual curving ramps
that is next to Lady Bird Lake
and is situated in Auditorium Park.
Green, beautiful, the park draws
visitors and community residents
who play, walk and bicycle
and now Sedgeway.
She dashed into my view, I was
leaving my room and saw the flash of
blue; riveting my attention for she
was such a beauty too.
Dashed by me, her eyes wide in terror
she threw herself against the door of
the room next to mine. The door
yielded, she crashed through
screaming please leave me be.
I felt the footfalls approaching as I
pressed my body against the
elevator shaft hoping death was not
Black garb seeking his azure victim,
his focus on her blue flats as they
sought then found momentary safety
where with her parents she chose to stay.
Intent on his victim, he did not notice
me. He was drawing a handgun when
I frightened out of mind drew close,
whispered there no need, she is but a
child. He did not turn, as death had
nothing to say.
His free hand began to draw his blade, I not
thinking pulled him back and spinning fell
backwards towards the balcony.
He not speaking tumbled over the edge.
Screams below marked his arrival as
the marble floor 100 feet below,
saved two lives that day.
We sit upon my porch, the dusk of
the southwestern city beautiful.
I massage her feet, blue nails for
the moment share my roof.
Youthful demands abated for now
as our hearts enjoy the new lives
we are granted, while our minds
begin the love dance whose seeds
were long ago planted.
I kiss her feet, caress her legs
and count myself blessed to have
rescued, comforted, then won the
heart of this former captive, this