Your big beautiful brown eyes
shine a penetrating, gentle light
and launch your lover looking
for his soul.

Full with juices of inquiry and curiosity
your mind pierces
those who are consumed by
the balloon of complacency.

Boundless as the beyond,
hurling its arrows past horizons
never dreamed or seen
is the strong bow of your heart.

Your well is deep and full
of liquid imagination
eagerly slurped by the children
of your love and the eternity
of your precious maternity.

Your smile and laugh rock
a room and shake even the cynic
from his muck into a cluck or giggle
or an unsquelchable smiling wiggle.

Your touch is the warmth
of two cats curled together,
tenderness of a feather
softness of cherubs
strength of a bear
freshness of air.

You breathe the atoms of my life,
your veins spin spirals of our cells
beyond customs of husband and wife
through the purgatories and the hells.

We are not gods or angels,
but co-Creators of a love -
green and purple, red and blue
young and old, tried and true,
it runs beyond our history
circles stars as
Great Mystery.

[For Helen]

02/13/2002

Posted on 02/13/2002
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