Her Eyes

Spiritus Mundi

Like a rare

exquisite gem

her love

illuminates

the depths

of my being

Her light

refracting

through

my heart

I smile because

my touch

speaks rivers

into being

before my lips

whisper “mine"

~

She has

the delicacy

of a rose

And when

her nudity

she bares

and dares

to remove the

soft silk from

her breasts

she boarders

on the divine

~

When I look

deeply

into her eyes

as I take

her hand

and tangle

her fingers

deep

in my soul

I see my own

imperfections

resonating

through her

eyes

Yet still she smiles