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Judy Meeker
I believe that I picked up these words from reviews here and there and mixed them to creat this poem.
My beloved's holy brust of love are like driving, crashing waves from a sea
Sending small riptides of energy throughout the depths of me.
His warm breath a sleepy whisper in the night
Pouring warmth and moisture over me and whispering un-nameable mysteries.
Beneath these exquisite currents I break open and grow like a beautiful flower in spring.
Faced with a love too deep for expression I cannot transform simple words to describe my beloved except that I have become illumined in Divine experience of love that enables me to cloak his deepest grief in jewels.
Cloaking grief in jewels is a splendid image of the highest order. Your quill was richly imbued with the ink of loveliness in this construct poet.
We are all inter-connected in ways unfathomable, and I am not speaking of those things benignly meta-physical. I am speaking of those impressions and gifts left by those that affect us and change us with their acts of giving and sharing.
Kudos and salutations Poet!
Keep your quill sharpened and the inkpot full!
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We are all inter-connected in ways unfathomable, and I am not speaking of those things benignly meta-physical. I am speaking of those impressions and gifts left by those that affect us and change us with their acts of giving and sharing.
Kudos and salutations Poet!
Keep your quill sharpened and the inkpot full!
Richard