"The Calmness, In her Church..."

In the bold, concrete, evidence
Of her luminescence
There exists
A porcelain silence
Where her flame, glows
In pristine quietness
The place where I find myself
Swimming
In the sacred waters
Of her forbidden chalice
The palace
Where I'm at home....

Her arms
Spread wide open
A welcoming buttercup
A springtime aroma's, allure
The calmness
In her Church
Of love's infinity
The Universe
In her disposition
The place where Loves epiphany
Retools my soul
And sends me through a lifetime
Of the insinuation
Her color
Lights in me
The Shangri-La
Her kisses
Promise....
 

I've been there
Several times before
She's my
Metaphysical Dalai Lama
The overwhelming
Anticipation
Of the next time
She's at
My chamber
Door.....

For:  That girl I'm missing

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)