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