The Sophistication of Love Divine, by Manatita
Blossoming flowers in Yorkshire Dales,
Speak to me in the language of the Soul.
Like Love, they weave an exquisite
And bewildering pattern;
An inner sunrise flowering in the heart.
As I watch, drops glisten on the petals like pearls;
I fly to the lap of my Lover's Sanctuary.
With a charming smile,
A chiselled frame with delicate fingers,
Lift up the offered roses with charisma,
As the sweet sacrifice of the fragrance
Permeates Her being.
Ah! Such an intense moment!
Time stands still today.
I reach out and touch Her,
My fingers move with longing for Her twisted braids.
Ridge of Her nostrils, lips, chin … and so I continue.
I take in the wonder of drunken bliss in my Spirit’s core.
Painting artistry in Her silhouette;
Tasting paradise with Her response,
Lingeringly, I absorb the majesty of the Mother’s Delight:
Nape of the neck; midline contours …
A magnificent silhouette surrendering,
Yet alive to every longing that I pen with subtlety.
I bedazzle at Her enchantment.
As Her sweet smile glimmers,
Her sweet frame nourishes my every touch;
We become one, each moment made glorious by Her Love.
Alas! I am in a meadow of fragrant flowers;
Rhododendrons have transported me,
To an ethereal realm of things surreal.
I reach out, smell the dahlias, and retreat into my thoughts.
-Manatita, (Bard of Solace), 20th October, 2014. © Copyrighted.
~Awakening The Light Within ~
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