She sleeps alone

Tonight she sleeps alone dressed only to the flower Red

Like the air in an aromatic  pleasure to inhale

I breathe. ....into... her beauty

Her artistic attractiveness to my mind plays within all parts of my being 

She is not aware of my existing thoughts or presence 

She is a Venus of astonishing bold art

Colorless delightfully detailed in every line...of power and structure 

Yet tonight she sleeps holding a red flower. ...like her lovers's heart .

In her serenity she tells of Lust

I am in my silence. Now