ANTICIPATION

TO MY WIFE THE ANTICIPATION OF MY HEART

The delicate sound of your lips touching mine

is softer than a butterfly wing

with gently noises barely discernable to our ears.

I can hear your lipstick leave a wine glass

and hear the music of your Soul.

I am so alive in love I hear subsonic sounds

generated from an overheating heart

unleashed by the embrace

of our adoration and enduring flame.

Gentlemen will wear a tuxedo as night wear

but naked in the bed

I wear your body in a perfect fit of attire.

Moving like the tide

I am in and out of your sunrise to sunset void

mysteriously lost in love with you.

How we build our caves

and remain elusive to those looking in

whom by chance

understand the true modality of love, and the

giving and receiving

of these specula sounds mentioned.

God must know

we do not loose the spiritual body of Love

for it is the supreme marking

that does not become distilled after death.

I hold you now in my youth

though I have crossed the bridge of ages

and have returned a beggar

for I cannot get enough of your loving Soul.

Shall we take the breath away

and live by one lung and only one heart

conjoined by love?

Oh- I have learned to play the Lute

So that in the courting room

the magic assemblance of sounds furthers

my anticipations of you …