her scent subtle as the first snow fall on a crisp morn alluring as a flash of gold beneath the waves hidden as a doe between the trees far away powerful as a wind blowing across the plain if i had no eyes to see no ears to hear and no mouth to speak she would still notice my desire tilting my face to the sky like a freshly plucked fruit off the branch siting on a library table clean and forgoten collecting dust from years gone by untouched after all this time shining through the grime
