...walking
along the shoal,
loosed-wavelets breaking
on her feet.unwavering,
washing away the dent
of discarded inhibitions.
a malleable heart, inept
of his adulterated ardour.
last night...
the masks were in disarray
caught in the rush of desire.
the conqueror was unrobed
but not his heart.
for to another, it is bound.
Alice Cuenca
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hollow-emotions/
