My beloved,

your fragrant spirit seduces my soul,

sending it soaring through the

sun-kissed sky.

I dance intoxicated,

bathing in your beauty.

At whose feet shall I prostrate

in appreciation?

Whose ears have earned praise

for placing your hand in mine?

I sail six, and seventy seas on a whim,

chasing rumours you are an island.

Twirling towards ecstasy,

tumbling over my attraction;

coasting on caresses that

collide into me.

I locate you inside

the canvas where

my subconscious

paints its dreams.

Behold the broken shards

which I clumsily pieced together

craving comfort;

they come crashing down.

Awestruck by the sight

of your crystalline containment.

Sparkling, your eyes lead me

on a journey into your mystery.

That is where I locate your appeal;

it brandishes me in blessings.

Hark! Herald angels sing

your heart's songs.

They reveal all your secrets

which somehow replenish

ensuring you always remain

an anomaly.

An enigmatic Madonna-like muse,

innocent as the allure

of virgins;

devoid of sin.

Carried away, I stumble,

over my own two eager feet,

eternally racing in your direction,

until I faint, complete.

Whether you stare into my skin,

or scream at me in starry silence,

I stutter from

your sensuality.

I lose my sense of self.

Soothe my seething sorrows,

your touch enough

to heal my aching pain.

Possess my pores

with your pleasures,

wrap yourself

inside my blissful sighs.

I am enhanced by

your obfuscation

inveigled, sensation is

now worth celebrating.