Friday, November 13, 2009

On a certain Madame of mine

On a certain Madame of mine

She tastes of the color Red,

tender, tangy, supple, smooth.

She smells of sunset, of dusk,

of the mysteries which lie

along the border

between light and dark,

within the thick line

between day and night.

In holding her within my arms,

the world skips a beat,

pausing for a moment

granting us breath.

Daily worries & ponderous pressures

are lifted, forgotten, & freed.

Life’s weights and stresses

shared and shouldered

between us together,

for together no load shall overwhelm us.

For together,

our love is freed.