Your eyes
held me captive
where I stood.
A smile
to dazzle the sun;
warming every corner of my soul.
Your voice
like a sparkling mountain stream
flowing into my heart.
A gracefulness that
takes my breath away.
Your hands,
whose caress I crave
to hold my face.
Your arms reach and lift me from the grave.
as you pull me close
to your warmth and Grace.
You set the mood, rhythm, and
rhyme; an immediate
aphrodisiac.
Washing over me everytime.
Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit of the earth
treasures
spilled near the shrub-pine
your stalk has caught root
among wet
and split conch-shells.
set adrift and
flung by the sea.
Beautiful, wide-spread,
Fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf?
J