My life has need of an angel... Her voice, Her eyes, Her breath against my ear. Alas, her nearness makes my skin rise Like the tide to the moon. Her heat gives breadth to my soul: It ignites and disperses Like the first moment of creation! She kindles my star shine and Sets my spirit in motion, Forever to cross The glinting firmament!
Her lips release that heat, That light, that longing. It is her feathery lips that Whisper a hint of Heaven; Eternity offered as a gift from The roseate wreath that blooms Tenderly. Those petals of sweetest desire Convey a prayer sublime, A chant of harmonic unity; An invitation calling me up From my racked posture, My world-weary stoop, as I Tremble in the throes of defeat. I am summoned to stand and to Fight on! My journey continues!
She gives a herald of hope, with words Of honor and encouragement. Rousing sounds permeate from The ivory and rose Corner of her delicate mouth, Sensuous, silky and moist, Drenched as waves upon An ocean of dreams!
They speak: Lips that tell of verdant fields In spring, Of summer’s bliss Unending! Of lover’s song, Lost but still lingering.
My Angel’s breath brings forth The fruit of my aspiration, My inspiration, And my art in thou.
Bursting upward Through the ruddy clay! Words rendered as a child at play! In the radiant splendor of her divine luminance.
Finally, Her voice within my heart breaks into Love-song and laughter, And my life is once again inspired, Raised up and renewed.