my lover’s beauty.

my lover’s beauty:
it knows not a fated gravity
no mortal coil to unwind
no earthly shackles to imprison

cast off the mooring lines
to her helium soul
take her heaven-ward, and
may i stow along

when she dances,
it is like the dew catching light
in the birthing of the dawn
everything afire, and

everything right
sunk deep in her eyes like wells
pull it all up hand over hand
in buckets with frayed lines

then shall i cup my hands
a vessel for her splendor
an offering to her majesty
a surrender to her grace

let her beauty overflow
many waters breaching a dam
there is no end to it
hallelujah:

there is no end to it.

~ by d3ovolent3 on June 18, 2009.