Your heart and my heart
Were meant to meet at a time like this
Your lips and my lips
Were meant to meet in a lingering kiss
And when love is the way we sway
Love is more than the words we say
More than the motion of the ocean
It comes together our way
Intimately Intertwined
Each other's host
Wanting to be as close to you
As The Holy Ghost
Carving our names in a tree (in a heart)
As if it were meant to be
And under the sky (which is God's Big Blue Eye)
The unveiling of your muliebrity
A cabin in the pines, it’s been years
It resembles what I remember even as it appears
On New Year’s Adam, it begins to snow
(It was Adam before Eve as you know)
Northern Wisconsin calls me home again
Old memories awaken as night thoughts do stem
The oil lamp flickers on nostalgia’s hem
Blank paper awaits: from old yarns that’ve been spun
Outside winter dances in a frigid hush
Inside warmth permeates
Then a gentle knock, and the silence it breaks
An old friend, a familiar face illuminated by fire light
(Is it a second chance at love at first sight?)
Guided by love, and family’s guiding vane
She enters, seeking warmth and to explain
How loneliness shaped her and years we can’t ignore
We talk of days we once shared afore
Our laughter echoing through the snowy hours
Tonight, no passion, only a friendship’s bowers
God’s presence felt, our presences collide
The fruit of The Spirit towards which we both stride
I honor the woman she has grown to be
The full spectrum of her muliebrity
Through grace and time, His love for us is known
God has guided our paths (to us previously unknown)
Targeted prey is pursued profoundly
Course of chase, chivalrous courtship
Pressure to conform brashly mounting
Coupling portrayed as claiming territory
Ownership is onerous are words I once wrote
Telling of my possession limit mindset
Current seduction consumes what I've known
Muliebrity awoke signals love timeless
Pheremone flow credits his ferocity
Two spirits wreathed in fervent irking imbroglio
Merciless mission, man bloodthirsty
Firmament helpmeet blossoms binding embryo
3rd December
- Servitude -
Eyes pierce;
words penetrate;
countenance corrodes…
pity those tough hearts
of rough masculinity
genuflecting
tender muliebrity.
Just think of poor God
…He dares once in a while
out of Maya-muffle
to eavesdrop His devotees’ troubles.
Got encapsulated in Her
enchanting shell, spell
…the God became a helpless manikin
caught within Her tall
woo-prison walls.
What to say
of frail mortal man;
truly gullible
to sirens’ smirks,
swings, snits and whiffs!
O’ man, O’ man…always gets tangled, wangled
and ‘woman’gled
like a fish in an angler’s net.
Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy
Flashed a sideward’s glance
From beneath the black lace of her Mantilla
He gave her a browse
A more appraising look altogether
Her eyes flashed up again
A lingering languid glance
Which spoke of her muliebrity
Not the putative girl
They were now the cynosure
Of each others eyes
No words were spoken
Everything was intuit
With amative study
And libidinous perusal
She his object of pulchritude
He her beloved inamorato
Then they had to separate
And the spell was broken
Until next Sundays reunion
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