In soft moonlight I come to my lover / she is the fertile valley where I dwell / she is the stars that light my path
Her mouth is the river that feeds my soul … her eyes the fire that warms my nights
I am the child who has searched … I am the man who has wandered / I am the lover who has found his way home
Lie still my lover … you are mine … to taste … to smell … to exalt above all others … the woman I adore
Photograph by Eric Leslie
Oh my ... still makes me weak in the knees to read this poem ... my favorite of your work.
ReplyDeleteI remember when you wrote this last fall...shortly after the blue moon wasn't it? So beautiful, definitely one of my all time favorites!
ReplyDeletePowerful love
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorites ... Depth of emotion is breathtaking. Well done
ReplyDeleteExtremely well done.
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