Help me to take off
Into my pathless, pure delight,
By always holding in your heart
My hummingbird wing, a thin pretense of flight.
A freshness as of twilight brushes
Against you as you flutter me inside,
And each imprisoned wing-beat pushes
Back the horizon tenderly closer to you.
It's dizzying; shivers run through space
Like a tenderly planted kiss, which mad
At being born for one woman's face ,
Can not discharge, nor yet subside.
Your tender look where our eyes collide.
Kisses, blushing, laughter stifled,
Don't you feel heaven is a tad bit shy?
Linger there and hide in my embrace.
We started at dawn as we spread out our blanket,
We layed there under the bluest Autumn sky.
As evening had fallen upon us, we had not moved.
Lost in the in green and brown of each others eyes.
For love is not just a function of sight
Beautiful objects will, of course, inspire
Possessive urges--you need not despise
My soft, green eyes. It is only My Lord I desire
Inflamed for a woman who's out of fashion,
Lacking in glamor-plain, in fact-that fire
Is genuine; that's the authentic passion.
Beauty, though, any critic can admire.
You put away the cellphone,
Leave the computer behind.
I'll get high on you, enamored
No need for the intoxication of wine.
Come away alone with me ...
Letting the day get away...
Feeling unbridled passion...
Chosing to simply let your heart play...
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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