The tender bones of it

The tender bones of it

A love of firm purpose
            a constancy and yet
an intimate intricate
            perplexity
Life structured as a dance
            for one who moves lightly
on her feet
            whose gestures engage
with another
            whose fingers count the hours
whose lips savour their secret
            whose hips gently sway
in the partner’s presence
            whose soul captures the flow
of a unifying universe
            in which mountains rise and fall
with the seasons
            whose words and deeds
are but rarefied variations
            on a solid theme
She who is beauty to the eye
            she whose satin soft skin
glows with life’s pleasure
            rare creature born to love

John Lyons

 

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