The Words of Feelings
Sweetheart, words flood my mouth And tumble out as white water rapids, Uncontrollable, multi-directional, and wild. My words have no meaning except As they receive meaning through you. You bless them, you honor them, And I am blessed and honored by you. My words rush to their true source And are made pacific by your grace. You take these droplets, And weave them as cocoons of silk. As they become beautifully metamorphosed Into multi-colored satiny raiments Suitable for the vestments of naked gods. Feelings are viewed through the prism of words And this spectrum then becomes songs, Albeit, A playground cacophony Of multi-timbre sounds. Again, in your presence, these become Odes to the joys of each color of the rainbow. Magnificats paying homage to virtues Revealed in your struggles for life. Disguising your hardships by your zest. These songs shall be captured in a book With each page being a shining lamp To reveal the enlightenment one woman Can promote in the mind of one man. This sacred hymnal shall be placed Next to our love-making bed Which will sing through its springs And celebrate the songs of O. Purple passions and ruby reds Shall shower us from head to foot As we bathe in the harmony of each other. Our opus of crescendos and decrescendos Will symphonize as we synthesize Our dialectical shared experiences. All this shall be A paean to thee. Curiousdwk