National Poetry Month

It is national Poetry Month so:

she walks in beauty,
and as you reach out to touch her,
you wish you could see her face.

she walks in serenity,
and as you reach out to touch her,
smoke curls and writhes winding 'round your face.

she walks in grace,
and as you reach out to touch her,
tears fall and you lick your lips for a taste.

she walks in sorrow,
and as you reach out to touch her,
sadness lingers and a heart breaks.

she walks in love,
and as you reach out to touch her,
love blossoms and pains no longer ache.