A Goddess Has Moved In the Void

In respect, offering you my delight

and placing

This privilege

of loving before you,

I did, and do, call you sacred and holy.

You, a glow of soft sculpted radiance

dark doe liquid eyes

Framed in a quiet smiling benediction

of humility and gentle strength,

Unafraid, serene, breathing my reflection back,

Then laugh, and proffer;

more than mortal,

I stirred in you to feel an adoration,

goddess' alone before have seen.

If I do ~ I would~ and I'm thankful

For truly

As perfection and delight you are:

You bring me

this flesh and blood

of sinew and arteries ~

The penetrating vibrancy

of voice that moves the airs ~

The flow of hair,

gesturing limbs of change

and the fluidity of eyes

where their clear fire of life

shines unveiled behind ~

The warm wet sanctity of womanhood

few men have had rained upon them,

The softness of form ~

Vitality ~ and thoughts of care

you share

as the dance of an inner child's joy ~

Intellect, and the companionship

of

laughter ~

Truly, you are a goddess to cause these

things to move in the void

and come forth!