" The Music Of Passion "

I cannot believe the anticipation of her
It's soaring in me
Like a windless day with clouds
Hanging
The thought of her arrival is haunting me
Like a Bogey and Bacall
Classic
Where Love soars off of the film
And perfect words
Are spoken
And in the very first screen kiss
The music of passion
Manifests
From seemingly nowhere......

I am adrift in the thought of her
I am devising methods of practicing
Our sensual introduction
The handshake from heavens daughter
The surreal
Becomes the evident
And my fascination with her
Becomes deliverance
From the Love I've known existed
Since the early
Years
And my first breath.....

For: Cherie  ( my anticipation )

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)