Her heart is a fortress

hidden from the light

shrouded in darkness

alone in the night

Out in the shadows

I hear her heart beat

against the winter chill

holding back the tides of darkness

She is there

waiting for me

A touch of love

A scent of rose

Her arms embrace me

The darkness lifts

her hair teases my cheek

My eyes open

Her face is light

her lips curved to smile

So I take her to me

and we love for a while

My sihaya and me...

Jory M. Earl