reflections in curved glass

i know her as  my intoxication

the calm i find when i see her

the blissfulness and joy that i  get when i am with her,

the minute that i welcome her,   my hand rises up and slowly caresses her cheek

and slowly,  softly kiss her hello

and in the love and desire i find in her,

she looks up at me with her eyes – clear and full of colour,

meeting  mine of  amazed observation.

a wordless volume of story spoken through silence and gaze

i can seek her in memory and still feel desire seep deep into my soul

i know her as my intoxicating sonata

a bee flys by and dances from petal to petal

the three thirty afternoon fills and all i can see are the reflections in curved glass

there she stood deep in the wildflower field

in the mid afternoon sun,  i can see her start walking  back to my observing, awaiting self

and from behind her silhouette,  the sun shone

giving her an outlined glow like an angelic crown

her sundress of summer fabric –  lightly, gently dances in her movement

there,  she finds me gazing upon her from under the maple shade

her highlighted smile becomes clearer  as she draws near

she pushes her curls back,  she leans  in closer

behold! the moment where quivering lip meets quivering lip,

all where a moment freezes and yet goes by all to quick,

a declared love in romance

as only the solitude surrounding of sunlight  flickers from in between the leaves,

my fingers – slowly, lightly touches  from the palms of her hands and up her bare arms

and rests on the plane of her shoulders

the kiss delights as my finger laches on the straps of her dress and slowly slides down her smooth skin

oh! sun kissed skin, we draw near to the  awaiting blanket

here where the second  her eyes meet mine  in a locking, longing connection

a love that can be found and can live not only in heart and mind  but can dwell within ones soul

the minute where a breath touches right below the ear to the nape of  her neck

she is my intoxication

the calm i find when i see her

the blissfulness and joy i get when i am with her,

the minute that i welcome her,   my hand rises up and slowly caresses her cheek

and slowly, softly kiss her hello

and in the love and desire i find in her,

she looks up at me with her eyes clear and full of colour

meeting  mine of  amazed observation

a wordless volume of story spoken through silence and gaze

i can seek her in memory and still feel desire seep deep into my soul

i know her as my intoxicating sonata

 

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

 

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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5 Responses to reflections in curved glass

  1. Waoh… very lyrical. And I mean that Bradford. 🙂
    No wonder you are intoxicated!
    “a wordless volume of story spoken through silence and gaze…” so beautifully said.

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