since ancient times...

the ancient seat of the knights…
medieval times dripping down…
hovering like the blurry fog of time on the dais…
the dusty scent of forever breathing blackened wood filling my senses…
and I wiggle my knees…
my long skirt drifting around my legs reassuringly..
like a long forgotten song…

and from deep down in my belly…
or the back of my mind…
the strings of the harp I feel…
so ready to sing the song of love…
for you…

I open my lips and feel my heart…
beat faster…
my hand wanders up to my heart…
my fingertips sensing the love…
listening…closing my eyes…
to the strings of the harp…

singing my love for you…
feel the vibrating strings in my belly…
connecting my soul to yours…

my fingers close around the ancient carved wood
of the seat of the knights…
the white veil…
casting me into solitude…
amplifying my need for you…

holding tight to the strings…
that sing my love for you…
since ancient times…