Touching the Essence







Summer Evening 

Edward Hopper, 1947


Her neck was white


her neck was near.


I moved to kiss it


what was there to fear?



Her knees were uncovered


I suspect undiscovered.


I decided to conquer one


just for fun.



Under her shoes, her toes were naked


I sensed that they awaited


special care


as befitted one so fair.



Seduction methinks,


needs to be about making links:


touching another being’s essence


abetting its florescence.

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