My words reach out to express that which they cannot find
So profound is the impact of your countenance on me;
Your face radiates its beauty in quiet undertones
And I am trapped in the afterglow.
Whence comes the loveliness of your hands
Your arms your feet –
I am caught up in a rapture when
I am near the contours of your body
It has the power to elevate my soul to new heights;
But my heart and mind melt
In the ripples of your voice
When you speak softly to me
With a tenderness that lifts me up.
Spread your wings and soar with me dear lady
This is the moment of sweet surrender
When all the power in the universe
Collects collides and explodes
And all that ever was becomes new again
And all that ever will be is rearranged
Into a perfect storm
Of love and bliss
And truth.
The perfect melding of two souls. The result of, as the French say, "la difference" between the sexes, resulting in the sum of them being much greater than one plus one.
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
Ron
Well done!
Amen!
Peace, love and blessings,
John Michael
Rebecca