But would is love
or feeling loathe.

Essence spirals down in image.
Essence spirals up in substance.
Dissolved in the earth valley
the maiden passed
she to me, water to stone,
naked and unobserved,
but not unfelt.

Not in myself desire
but eyes knowing fire
blacken the unknown
and would is love
that might pierce
the darkened heart.

poem by @ArtVaughan

Art, Poetry and Tao

Thank you ~ Vaughan ~ for inspiring.