the bread salty dry
the wine crisp ****
and as we silently share them
she would not venture into my eyes
so revealing that her serene world
breached with determined quest
her powdered purfumed form
lay against mine as the sun drenched

with a fingertip
I traced the lines of her unadorned lips
while in her music she watched the passing September sky

I had grown so used to
the quick ready smile
the gentle laugh
the ease which our hands
would find eachother when walking
and laughing

I leaned in and kissed
her cheek
the salt of her skin
so sweet to me as to overwhelm me
I entranced just pause resting my
face gently against hers
and breath her with every sense of
my body and soul

to love a woman
is to drink such a rich sweet beautiful universe
to see such things to captivate the mind and soul
is to actually and finally live

and in that moment
my body next to hers in the
fading days of summer
was to know that being with a woman
is to be alive