at pond's edge cat-tails and pussy willows
caress the wind, in steel-blue, sun-warmed sky
your green eyes lavish love growing wild
in delight as you drink verdant scenery.
you pull stones from my soul
like stars shone in wounded night
skip them across in a side-slice hurl
five, six, even seven arcs as we watch
live art rippling in geometric waves
washing the pond- soul clear until
her surface is visceral and transparent.
you dive through its mirror,
swim deep into the source
of profound, mysterious instincts
inside the peace of heart and soul
you rest, curled like an unborn child.
womb man, she is
my reason for completion
woman, she is
the depths of my intimacy
my blessings abound
you've appeared, and you're real.
we are survivors, of cold dungeons
in kingdoms of loneliness
the taste, like joy, and release of pain
sometimes, only tears
have the power
to diffuse life's emotional elixirs.
the warmth above my brow
marks your passage of escape
sealed tight with tender lips
you keep my soul from harm.