Longing

Slender haunting hips,
wavy hair gently caress me,
her eyes set on the path ahead,
I stand back, and stare at her grace.
Blue mists form around her,
invincible, away from the wayside hawks,
she slithers with ease, like a light brown snake
but a gentle one, an occasional soft hiss.
Her smile spreads joy on the sickly streets,
where the mangy mongrels aching with gangrene-
gather, acrid smells and holocaust swells of cosmic smoke.
I walk in a soft trance, eyes tearing with wonder,
the light cobblestone stutter, the temple bells titter,
om, the mystic breathes out soft,
her coming in the hustle and bustle.
I wait and watch, in an almost stupor,
waiting, my heart longing to touch her soul,
to touch her soul,
I long to touch her soul,
to breathe her, to be her, to love her,
I long...