watching your form
at a far-flung clip
eyes tracing the dance of a curve
from your waist to your hip
as if they had tongues
pausing at every inch
hungry yet unsung
mutate my mood to robust
inspire soliloquies
words so fervent they combust
trace the incline of your smile
teeth bared, eyes alight
angel arranged to beguile
You are my goddess.
have seen you in a head-trip
a dream or meditation
now corporeal before me
set my vitality to detonation
prayer in solidity
a lucid realization of hope
assuredness transfigured to turbidity
perplexity knowing no scope
mixtures of elation and reverence
aversion and obsession
fascination with no severance
I'm enamoured but with trepidation
rouse me forward
and find me trekking with relish
combine dynamism and rhyme
no need to embellish
You are my goddess.
People seek the divine in many places. Sometimes it is right before our eyes. If you're lucky you'll meet up wih it every once in a while. I did.