"Lady in White"
by C. Ikpoh
The Lady in white... pure as the driven insanity perpetuated by undeniable desires. She is an angel with a devil's allure. Her heart is filled with fire, yet, her veins are frosted over. Who is this woman of dichotomy? Who is this mistress of duality? I ponder such inquires in spurts of seconds -- first interval is six, the next is nine.
Lord, forgive my inability to resist inequity! It is the Lady. Her white lace shrouds her from the clavicle to the ribs, dangling from provocatively thin straps licking the smooth skin on her shoulders. How am I to resist my gaze from falling into her hypnotic presence? My eyes peruse the trail leading from the "V" at the bottom of her neck as she inhales, down to the suppleness defining her femininity. The Lady -- an angel adorning a vixen's grin. Her lips are as soft as satin, formed perfectly, shaped in a manner to fashion a smile of irresistibility. Pearl teeth couple her white lace invitation, contrasted by dark hair cascading past eyes the color of a brown only Mother Nature could produce. Who is the Lady in white? Six seconds, nine seconds...
She lives beneath my eyelids. I dare to beg each night that I see her once more. My memory recalls the exposure below the southern horizon of her white lace garment. The Lady's skin waterfalls towards the center of the earth. My soul YEARNS to go there, to swim there, too bask in its glory and taste magic while filling my hands with the softest of clouds, engaging all of my senses in the environment known to us as Paradise. Simply put, the Lady in white must take me home before I wake. Before I am clinging to the constricted confines of the world we share where artificial communication is the essence of our time, trumped only by an inescapable distance and elusive moment of reuniting what was once as familiar as the second which just passed. Six seconds ago, nine seconds ago...
The Lady in white needs never to ask. The supernatural request nothing from the mortal. She merely need to show herself to me; reveal the goddess of beauty from beneath the veneer of proper etiquette and morality. I invite you to lure me deep into the waters of temptation beyond the point of return. Shed the inhibitions of unfamiliarity. I can withstand your divinity. I can withstand your damnation. You have danced this waltz before. Accept your rightful partner of destiny in me. Lady in white, I await thee under the ticking clock of eternity. Six seconds pass, nine seconds pass... I await thee.