" Blissfully Sensual Prophecy "

When in vulnerable moments, I swallow the beauty surrounding my shortcomings
It is soon apparent upon the horizon of my imaginings,that she creates a sense of belonging
And for this, in her, I thank God for recognizing in me true loves limitations as expanding
For the lovely parasol she carry's to block jealous lasers, that burn, in eyes demanding
And leaving a midnight spotlight on her loveliness
As if reminding me that hers is the candle no brighter, no less than Godly
In it's simplicity of lotic measurements, and chocolate midnight glimpses
Of the Love in our souls revival, and the memories of past lifetimes
Where we have Loved before ,in overwhelming dances on Church steps
And children prancing in our souls, understanding that this Love is ours to give
With the last breath of each of these Love's incarnations, we intuit
As though God had hidden hints, in our kisses
And passion in our whisperings
Where holding hands becomes more
Than just a bonding of Lovers flesh
But the touch of "Truth Serum"
On true Loves tongue
And blissfully sensual
Prophecy....

For:   Cherie

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)