My Beauty

My Beauty

with lying eyes

she sees the beauty she owns

how can she NOT see

the woman I desire

Gazing back in the mirror?

the same image I see...

a paragon of loveliness

that makes me ache

for her touch

her kiss

her kindness

her skin both soft and warm at once...

her dark brooding eyes that gaze at me

like a feast soon to be enjoyed

how can there be two visions

so dramatically different...

so diametrically opposed...

of the beauty I see?

a "half-full/half-empty"

scenario, I suppose

self-perception is such a liar...

such a bitch

I want her...

she moves me in ways

only lovers understand

so full...so engorged is my groaning...

so soft and smooth is she

in my arms

my intent?...to touch her everywhere

and she encourages me

to do just that

she is tender, loving, eager...

never meager...

she sends me to the moon and back...

she hangs on tight as we head off to the heavens

and gently holds me as we settle down to earth...

she enfolds me in her arms

as we dance our dance...

slowly moving to licentious music in our heads

sensuously, silently,

we thrust and sway

without misstep we whirl away

in a world for two...

our bodies only instruments that we play so perfectly

in tune to a symphony heard silently in our soul

she's a cornucopia I consume

when I am blessed ...

a treasure house of loveliness

I count and recount when I'm alone...

when the tide is high

and the surf beats strong

I realize I'm a wealthy man

to have a friend-

a love like her...

for all she's given me

for all she enables me to be

for the times she makes me weightless

for her, I make a wish...

a prayer I pray to

the God of Epiphanies

that for every minute-

every hour-

every day of her life-

in that mirror

she will see and be

the beauty I behold

each moment we're together