like meadows green.
To see those eyes…
Lips, her lips and red,like wine stains red.
To kiss those lips…
To know this woman—To be her man—
To live my life—
To have this dream—
Skin, soft skin and white,like satin sheets pulled tight.
To hold her with love…
Perfume, her perfume and breeze,like wind through summer trees.
To inhale her being…
I truly breathe.
To taste her colors—To adore her scents—
To know such beauty…
it’s all a gift.
Love, our love and life,like a world without strife.
To kneel before a girl…
make her my wife.
From the book Kairos (print version only)