(I am a day late. Someone waylaid me! Happy Anniversary, my love. This is for you.)
Sometimes I am too much in the world--
My limbs knock together like stones, I am so protected.
Then, time spent with you changes everything--
Every place you touch turns to honey and jasmine.
Because of you, I remember who I am--
Under your touch, and in the light of your love,
Your woman opens,
She flows,
In brilliant soft blooms, she shapes your name before the jealous eyes of Heaven.
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Beautiful words, Shay,
ReplyDeleteExcellent poetry - I love the last line!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tracey-Ann and Marty. The subject of the poem prefers to be a lady of mystery, but perhaps one day I can wrap a rope around her middle, attach it to the pommel and get Old Trigger to pull her into public view!
ReplyDelete"the jealous eyes of heaven" ooooo, yeah. What more of a line would you want in a poem, now or ever?
ReplyDeleteAnd now I must go in search of a grape popsicle. :)
“Every place you touch turns to honey and jasmine.”
ReplyDeleteThat is my fav. line because it is just so special and beautiful.
This poem is defiantly a testimony to an incredibly kind and remarkable woman.
I have no doubt that she found it worth waiting for!
ReplyDeleteJannie, Grace, Mama Zen,
ReplyDeleteYou just all make me smile. Thank you. :-)
Yes, I agree with Grace, that line is really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.... and the text matches the exquisite image of that purple tulip, too.
ReplyDeleteJust lovely!
I envy you both, it sounds perfect. Smile.
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