If I Could Touch the Helm of Her Garment

My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees her face was more glistering than the night stars her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun! her dear dear tongue was wetter than the fishes of the ocean her eyebrows were more ravishing than the early morning sun her kiss being smoother than early morning delicacies her laps will sink the holiest of men into the quicksands of passion her seat radiates even more of her beauty she stood up with full blown beauty from her seat swaying and shaking her hips from side to side mesmerized by her ambience, my emotion dissolved like a candle wax and I forgot how to breath She looked at me carefully and smiled I then dashed towards her like a resourceful idiot controlled by emotion but she meandered and walked away I sat helplessly crying like an orphaned infant bird why should i lose one of the most beautiful things on earth? if she would not allow me to hold her, then let her allow me to touch the helm of her garment for this alone could give me all I wanted Who is this darling of mine? She is peace! absolute peace!! total peace!!! that gives one joy and keeps one from trouble, sorrow and tears!