: Cherie's Wind "

There's a wind that willow's when she speaks
Swaying, like the tree God intended
As victory
And in this mysterious wind
Of Loves affection
The wispy sound, of her unanimous soul
Phases my sensibilities
With it's innate hand, in caressing
The cheeks, of Love's embarrassing
Intimacy
Revealing, the inner tranquility
Of her Love
For me.......

It's Gods understanding, of Love's weaknesses
That communicates the beyond
With her trance-like
Smile
And blistering light
Of holy Loves creations
In Cherie's wind, and her Love
So unusually distributed
Across the face of reasoning
And into the oblivion
Of Loves
Immortality......

For: her perfection

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)