Monday, February 18, 2013


With every kiss your breath and mine combine --
With every finger-stroke I feel your soul
Intermingle and come in touch with mine --
We are two halves of a soul, now made whole.

My Aphrodite, lovely agony,
The tension and wholeness of beauty made
So everything next to you is phony
In comparison, or hidden in shade.

When you lift me, white, into heaven's light
And bring my black third under strict controls,
I can see true beauty, bright, clear, in sight
In ways I never knew, led by two foals.

You lift me to the sun, my lunar love,
And help me see the brilliance in true beauty's
White light. I feel I am now high above
Life's concerns -- loving you my only duty.

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