Intoxicated
©2006, Basil Sands
He inhales deeply
The flowery scent of beauty hangs in the air
Her nature given perfume
That which is felt more than breathed
Quietly permeates
The places she has been
Soft, shining
Images of her fill his mind
Eyes sparkling in the light of the falling sun
Silken, smiling lips shimmer
Luminescent amidst the dancing glimmer of candles
He awaits the hour
In which he will see her again
To no longer be lost in the imagination
Of that lovely form
He so strongly yearns to touch
To wrap her with his arms
Hold her body in a strong, warm embrace
Passionate, tender, powerful
Pulsing in spiritual harmony
Their hearts take up the rhythm of the heavens
Beating as one
The song played before the dawn of time
The days labor is made worthwhile
The nights peaceful glow sustained
As they imbibe the wine of their souls
Growing intoxicated
As they drink the vision
Of the radiance of their love
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