Daughter Of Dust

Born of dust
beaming of light from
the sunset illuminating
the surface of the,
endless ocean

Hidden emotions on your
innocence face, your pain
was evident in the crease
of your lovely brow and the
curve of your full lips

When you stood at the bottom
of the bed, I gazed upon your
perfect naked form
your skin glistening with sensual sweat

My eyes drawn to the golden
river that gently careressed 
its way down your neck, reaching
to just below your shoulder blade

Passion turned your eyes
into orbs of the brightest fire
and in them I read clearly that
you would fight to the very last
of your life