Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts (13 June 1959 / Queens, New York)

She reaches,
For the pearl handled brush.
As he reaches behind her,
Pulling pins from her hair...
And softly caresses
Each lock as it falls.
The burnish red glow,
tells him soundly,
His lady is fair...

Up in the tower,
With no ear to hear,
Lovingly, laughing,
This moment will shed no tears.
The future holds no promise.
Another day
Always stands before us.
Yet for this moment,
Is their eternity.
As the waves thrash the shore,
The seagulls softly calls.
In search of their evening meal.
The castle stands firmly.
And secrets keep quiet-
In their walls...
To his vision of beauty,
He vows it his duty,
Her time to be adored...
Tonight, they lie on rosepetals.
But then comes the morning,
And he'll slip away,
Off to war...