Soft and inviting
Knowing no shame...

Tears are the waterfall
Down her swift cheek bones...

I love not the beauty of the man,
But of his soul...

It follows me this week
Through the halls...

A husband sees
A battered wife...

Soothing, reassuring
Comforting and true...

The day it passes by
In a tune of pure dismay...

Rage has burned inside her
Anger turned to fear...

War of moral rectitude
Fear of sunken dreams...

The silk of her skin
Glimmering in the darkness...

There are trees in this world
The strong-willed and weathered...

Door creaks slowly shut
Humidity fills the air...