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.
