A poem for V
Beauty that she is
Cold hands waiting for touch
Dear V
Everywhere I turn your image
Follows my gaze like a
Ghost
How could
I have
Jilted her
Keen heart?
Laughing eyes
Move my soul
Now, she arrives with
Open arms
Please never leave again
Quiet, approaching
Ravenous but
Simmering only, until the
Touch crosses boundary
Unheralded moment
V,
What will become of us?
Xi watches over your country now
Yes, you can come into my bed
Zzz