Nov 08, 2007 10:39
I love a girl with wild hair
That vaults and curlicues and arcs and buttresses
Architecture from dreams
That refuses to obey Euclidean geometries
A cartouche frame for a face
That needs no makeup
***
You are amazing.
You are brilliant.
You wield a Promethean fire in the palm of your hand.
Do you realize that it is THIS that lights my way?
This flame is my guide.
I have changed profoundly simply knowing you.
You inspire me to greatness;
to be a better man.
With your laughter.
With your delight.
With your sun.
In all honestly, Love,
before you came into my life
I was selfish, self-absorbed,
egocentric.
You tell me how wonderful I am.
You say that I am caring, loving, kind.
And I am surprised.
This is not me.
And it isn't.
It's you.
Because-
You. Are. Amazing.
***
Far Away and Home
In the cold light of dawn
she is warm incandescence;
a sparkle
If I could but bask in that glow
till the end of my days;
all eternity
To lay beside exploring
enraptured by her breathtaking landscape
Great vistas, shining plains
texture, contrast, oceans of delight
expand before me, unending
She is a planet who's soft, verdant, outer stratum
envelops
unflagging majestic rock and relentless crashing waves;
the syncopated rhythm of Nature
And at her core, a wavering, luminous, pulsing center
of heat
of sweet light and argent desire;
an unquenchable nexus of energy
I come undone in the well of her gravity
in the sweeping vistas of her form;
I am lost
And enwrapped in the glow of her Sun
As it rises behind her right shoulder;
I am home
poetry,
love,
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