Arch

Architects would fantasize
such structure and poise
Construction, creation
amid the sweet noise
Entrepreneurs and amateurs
would gaze with disbelief
At the original beauty
withstanding the heat
As the arch welcomes angels
whose hands lift her up
Rain fueling brainstorms
of something corrupt
But roughness and smoothness
are needed to bend
The deep rising passion
her body feels within
Hair like the rivers
flowing down her spine
Nails gripping tightly
like a learning concubine
Tasting healed pain
and pleasure of flesh
Repeating salicious sighs
she will never confess
At the height of the moment
bridged together for affection
Bent gracefully, waiting patiently
for the overwhelming connection
And then slowly, peacefully
completely crumbling into parts
Secured only with the solid strength
her ear to his heart