" The Gentle Crevices Of Cupid "

My Sweetest, in a dream, was heard to whisper
Sweet pearls
As the garden whispered back
Jasmine and Lilac laughter
So softly delivered
As to reach into her femininity
Releasing
The expression of my Love
For her
And to her.....

With growing wonder, the dream
Undulating
Seemed to enhance her eyes
So blue, then green
As the coolness of the grass
In mornings dew
And the sparkle of her relevance
To my light
Shimmered
And made me smile....

Like I did when I was young
And the world
Was filled with the possibility
Of her
Of the epitome of comely measure
The white hot
In the candles flame
The sincerity
In her recognition
Of the true Love
In me....

My sweetest, in a dream, glanced back at me
Her eyes, the sea
The depths of her enigmatic resolve
Floated her Love
In waves, through me
And her movements throughout the dream
Seemed as lace
Like the gentle crevices of Cupid
And the precision
Of her marbled features
Colliding.....

For: Cherie

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)