Ode Upon Sight of Her Leisurely Sensuous Stretching

As delight awakened, arising

Stretching, twisting languorously

moving in my eyes

you grace my furs;

you bless the coming

of my day.

You are my liquid languid limber lithe gazelle of the morning,

the sweeet song bird and

fleet graceful maned mare of the day,

And soft sensual supple seductive svelte cheetah of evening.

You be taut flesh flexed delight

a morning sun's dance reflected into my eyes.

You are a meadow glen's music of a consort's smiling

its brook's song held in a clarity of my mind.

You be an upwelling of peace and kindness

in the knowing of the language of my heart.

You are all these and more in the freedom and joy of this,

a celebration held upward wending within my soul.