I sometimes look at the world through ceaselessly cloudy eyes;
dimmed, then tilted like a pinball game by the random bounces
of chance, and casual glances that freeze the gaze and the spirit.
But now, I sit and listen. I can hear the rhythm of your soul.
It moves like a gentle breeze here in this sacred place, and I
know for the first time in this life that there is truly nothing to fear.
The star lit serenity is matched in twinkling measure by petite patio
lanterns, hung in symmetrically perfect loops along the edge of
this sheltered cave that marks the entrance to your world.
The freshly cut grass smells sweet, and carries your scent like
bits of perfumed pollen on the wind, caressing away the cares
of the day (and recent sleepless nights) in it’s wake.
I hear the song of love in your words, and revel in the memory of tiny
tremors of delight that echo back and forth from your skin to mine, like some
small sightless animal that connects our racing hearts in slippery embrace.
I am aware, awakened and alive, brilliantly joyfully alive,
needing no words of supplication to surrender to the
gladness that fills me when I think of you…
Your face, Your eyes,
Your voice, Your smile,
Your hands, Your feet,
Your softly silken skin
Your glorious gorgeous brows,
Your innate sensuality
that catches my breath
in a pleasantly painful
space in my chest,
and grasps it there.
I would hold it there forever if I could.
Copyright r.b.franklin 08/07/07