A man wrote her poetry
Words
ointment of compassion
bandaged her wounds
Laughter, love, longing,
monumental desire
tenderly dissolved
jagged magenta scars.
Woven with flame red
threads of passion
his gentle heart
protectively
cloaked her soul.
Love's sweet completion
damned her
sentenced her
to trust
try once more.
She poised unsteadily
closed her eyes,
teetered . . .
. . . dove.
To finally live the bliss of perfect love,
To at last experience your total merging
With the soul and body of another,
To feel completion . . .
To breathe life's joy from the breath of another,
To bathe in their spirit, swim in their scent,
For however long, however uncertain,
To take the chance . . .
To have passionate thoughts of that most beautiful one
Make your heart cry out, your soul sing with delight,
Have your being ache with simple joy,
To have it all . . .
To see it walk away, repeal the spell,
To leave the gift of faith in their love for you,
Wherever they are, whatever they do,
For all time . . .
To endure forever after, behind misty-eyed smiles,
The sweet soulful agony
Of having once lived your ideal love.