Wyeth’s

For a moment,

You are my world

Your rose lips meeting mine

Your blues capturing mine

Your scent swallowing me whole

Your hands touching mine

Your hair draped over my shoulder

Your legs crossing mine

No creature can compare

No monarch butterfly, no speckled humming bird

No sunlight or glowing moon

No ocean wave, no afternoon breeze

I see the beauty in your heart

And I must confess

Before statues of angels

Before witnesses of reverence

I am eager to know more

It is my deepest truth

My amorous intent

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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