I could not tear your beauty
from my mind.
Soft skin, the image I could not
separate from my desires grasp.
I smell your beauty, its loveliness, its
timeliness, its ability to turn
willpower to weak-will.
I launch myself into your angelic
aura, sensing without hesitation
your patience, your courage,
your desire, your intelligence, your
demanding strength as you share
your greatest gift-your love.
I seek your passion, powerful, direct,
unflinching, and uncompromising.
I sought you out for an eternity,
before humanity measured time, as
even the first dawn chased away
darkness and its uncertainty.
I desired to give without wish for
payment, without the planting of a
seed for the beautiful gift of life
which is natures answer to a
certainty that is an inheritance of
Soft skin and translucent eyes
sought out, found; then rested upon mine.
Hair that one day reached towards
the sun while on other nights
sought solace as would a gardener
spreading beautiful soil over sown
I see the depths of your love, your
smallest smile, your closeness; I
reach for your hand and am
comforted by its warmth. I hope to
taste the wet sweet nectar of your
I hope to envelope you in my joy–of
heart, of peace, of adventure.
Is this tender Venus where we
began–perhaps known by other
names so long ago, or is it yet to be.