What did these hands do before they held your hand..
They must have been resting idly;
waiting for that perfect fit, the perfect span
that leaves my heart beating wildly.
What did these lips do before they got lost in your lips..
They must have remained sealed, and grim;
waiting for you to drink my soul in measured sips,
from a chalice eternally filled to the brim.
What did these eyes do before they beheld your eyes..
They must have gazed into total darkness;
waiting for a light from emerald skies,
to obliterate the utter starkness.
What did my mornings consist of
before I woke up next to you..
your tousled hair and your dreamy eyes,
your arms around me,
my legs between your steel-hard thighs.
What did my time consist of
before I spent it in your presence..
For now ~ during the times you are away,
I linger in your essence.
“That which God said to the rose and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
He said to my heart,
and made it a hundred times more beautiful.”
landed upon the petal of the rose ,
lingered there ~
refined in elegant repose.
The rose laughed
and fragrant bloom.
the raindrop slid,
it descended to the soil
Absorbed by the earth
to the roots it would flow,
unbeknownst to the rose
still there to help it grow.
in sorrowful solitude
then looked up to the sky
from whence the raindrop came ~
its leaves held up in gratitude.
And in abundant mercy
the rain softly fell
This is Love.
“I don’t want to live.
I want to love first, and live incidentally.”
~ Zelda Fitzgerald