Light Forces And Other Needful Things~ Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

There was a fire in his words
A sort of erotic tale
Bowing down in reverence and awe
His adoration- far beyond the pale;
Stirring alive my very soul
Forming a sacred bond of: 'Admire'
It was: 'a one on one' meeting of the minds
That turned my feelings into fire;
Wanting to run for fear of disgrace
Yet, oh, so tempted by his call
Moving me past 'the right and wrong' of it
Trying desperately not to fall;
Must not succumb to his charms
Though in him-i do aspire
For in a mere matter of days-it seems
He has given meaning to true desire;
Inspiration 'tis abloom once again
Even though i do not understand
Two individuals-many miles apart
Yet, seemingly-walking hand in hand;
Hark, what is that rush of wind in the distance?
With a dust coming as mighty as the sea?
Perhaps, 'tis him-riding on in
My Knight, upon his steed, coming for me;
Gilding me with exquisite words of prose
And Golden Narratives fit for a Queen
Gallant of all gallant poets, is he
The poet of my dreams, yet unseen;



By, Theodora Onken

October 13,2012