Describing Her in Words

Half of her is woman

ripe like an apple

the other half

impossible to describe.


Words escape me

I have none

I kiss her eyes

her hands her lips.


She is fire

yet I cannot keep from the flame

She is flowing holy water

and I thirst at her gushing stream.


Worshiping at her shrine

dipping my fingers into the river

touching my lips

slaking my need.


Half of her is woman

ripe like an apple

the other half high priestess

at the Temple of Astarte




About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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3 Responses to Describing Her in Words

  1. beetleypete says:

    I had to look up Astarte. Another name for her is Ishtar, and I knew that one. Nice work as always, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.


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