Mystical Love Poem

You carry to my lips The taste of honey and lemon, My mystical love. I feel you within me like a cresting wave, Like the sun spilling gold on a lake, Like a field full of birds Rising as one into the sky. You inhabit every part of me. With a soft fire I burn, You carefully attendant on the flame, Eyes soothing like a late spring breeze, Skin white and soft as a lotus flower, The fire burning brightly just below the tender petals. The soft sigh of your breath Stirs all the joy I can carry up from the depths of me, And in those cliffhanging moments When all movement resolves to rapture, We trembling at the peak, then starting to descend - The sound of your sighing Makes the stars burn all the brighter for me. Through you I see this life Dressed in all the beauty it can bear. Small wonder then, this adoration of mine, For you, my mystic love.