SHE looked radiant, comforted and pleased as she woke up.
Or was she ever asleep?
From the scorch that dried up, it was cool all around.
She moved unnoticed, blowing tenderly from her heart.
She sizzled around me, first cycling me for too long (I thought), but thence she came all over me, bit-by-bit.
My head she calmed with a touch that took me to paradise, denying me of every straying thought.
Gently, mildly, she kissed my forehead, and blood seems to rush from every part of me to that point of divine contact.
My eyes were opened but without vision,
Yes not seeing,
As it was not spared from the thrill of scintillation sent through me.
LIKE she loved precision, her kisses trailed over my nose,
First it ached for more, more uninterrupted ones.
With her mouth she did holy wonders on the coverings of my teeth,
My head went numb as piles of heavenly-craved kisses ate into my lips,
And sent sensations as far as my ribs.
My lips turned red,
Red, dry and swollen from the kisses that halted sooner than I had anticipated.
I prepared for the day’s task,
Changing from old wears into befitting garments.
As the soothing water washed over me,
She ran her fingers through me,
Aching every sensitive nerve within me.
Every image conjures to give hers,
The wind that blew was like hers,
Dauntingly rising was her light from the east,
Sparkling from every water around,
At a time, it was harsh,
At another instant, it was kindly smiling,
The light that lights always my noon path.
DONE for the day,
I traveled down to my aboard,
To meet my waiting beloved,
Again, feel her magical deeds.
Then the eastern origin light was waning,
Until finally it was gone, but not without comforters.
Solace filled faces stared from above,
With small, enviable glows,
I was left with wonders in my heart,
Of how their glow they came by.
AS I lay myself down to sleep,
She came over me once again,
Laying all over me in earnest,
This time with a bright cool florescence,
A persistence of its lighting my path.
She nimble progressively from atop me,
Down towards my positivity of gravity,
With so much love I’d never seen,
As she stroked me into a restful sleep.
SHE does wonder always,
Even when I feel things are amiss,
A waiting solace for every ach,
A daring soul mate for every hurt.
Such a wonderful care we enjoy from Mother Nature,
Sequentially with every passing day,
With the directive of God her maker.
What a romance no lover can give,
Except God the better lover.
Little wonder it amazes all the time,
The rudder with which nature is driven,
And the image in whose hands it does wonders.
Isn’t god actually romantic?
