She comes with care, entwining night
With shining smiles. Her siren thighs
Hold close our need; within her light
All hope is mirrored; from her eyes
Comes promise of a solace bright
To dwellers under cloudy skies
Their sighs are quenched, their wounds are dressed
By her moist eyes, by her good grace
By laughter stirring in her breast,
A lively face, a fine embrace,
The promise of a warm caress
In gentle friendship’s secret place,
A dwelling sweet, deep in her core
Where quietness softness, mildness blend
With rich delight, elation raw,
Where healing fire streams without end
Where energy that knows no law
Finds tenderness in a blithe friend.
Richard Blanch
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-homage/
