Saturday I thought of you.
Not for any particular reason or goal,
but only because I found myself kneeling as in your pew.
And it seemed to me God visited my soul
to smile His Wise and Immature smile upon me
as I conceived and gave birth (again) to my love of thee.
Sometimes I wait all damn day
to mutter just a little bit of a Hooray!!
That I met and yet enjoy the company
of one so soft and lovely.

Holy Shit. What you are to me.
So very necessary.
Don't you ever go away.
My muse.
My love.
My love.
My guide to ecstasy.

More each day some internal power
turns to me, insisting I send you my love~~
else I die or something vital wither.

The forest is fired.
The heart sings its song.
The woman desired
fears to belong.