surface resplendent
golden flecks of mica
tease underneath worn,
wrinkled foot-pads

boring internal fires sizzle,
sputter into composure
dangle results in the face
of fear, cold, and envy

these shores hear pleas
welcome new lust
chase homeward
horses of discord

pure is the result
of equal motive
the jagged rock transformed
into a sensuous touchstone

building a fortress
impenetrable, yet yielding
divine with the color of passion
light without heat

© Tom Watters  10/11/07