I hear, before I see her
With her voice like molten gold
Weaving through the trees it fills
The spaces between with glory
And I feel, tug on my heart
A firm pull, but not ungentle
Sure and true, like wisdom’s whisper
Guidance from a future that I dream
Then I glimpse, midst the branches
Bronze limbs shining ever bright
Her skin oiled and smooth as
The tender touch of sunrise
She turns, the halo of her light
Blinding me for a second
And when my eyes recover they
Behold a sight so pure I cry
With laughter flowing from her
Precious lips of gleaming rose,
She reaches a hand to steady me
And share her joyous love
But whilst she moves, the veil
Of her auburn locks reveals her
And I falter in the presence
Of the body that’s endured her scars
It seems she doesn’t notice,
Her naked flesh betrays not a flinch
She smiles, a smile so audible
It soothes the cracks within my soul
Then I feel, more than I see her;
Sparks igniting in my blood
As in her arms she holds me,
Takes me away into her world
With the melody of her free spirit,
And the aching harmony in mine
Our bodies weave a music
To endure beyond our time
Now in my mind I’ll hold to
The sweet scent of her courage
And so long as I remember, she
Will fill me with feminine might
Beautiful
Thank you! 🙂
Really drew me in. Pleasure to read. Cheers