I was thirty-three, she was eighteen when I first saw her.
her dark brown hair fell to the back of her thighs and I got
tangled up in it
She breathed her love into my eyes, my mouth, and every
other part of me
I know nothing of the soul but her caress is still conjured
by my lust and awakens secrets that have endured for such a long
time
the sweet syrup of her pours over me now, even now when I am old.
she is Anna- the eternal woman in my dream of life.
Arthur Di Tullio
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anna-the-long-ago-woman-child/
