With Love

there is something about her eyes
i can't shake the piercing gaze
from my head
to my heart
to my loins
all of me caught in rapture, lust
infinite
intricate
eternal connection
hearts beating in unison
that incomprehensible term
soul mate
maybe there's some truth to the phrase

beauty unfit to rest upon such cheap sheets
as if her elegance makes her hover above the surface
an angel sent to my chambers
skin smooth, silky to the touch
the loving caress of lover's tongues entwined
finger wrapped up in respective hair styles
the kind of styling session that leaves one
with the hair most bedhead aficionados
would break their backs for
the locks of passion
she whispers in my ear
a soft velveteen coo
i am loved
as she is loved
our love has become more than mere physical act
standard turns of phrase transcend to an ethereal plane
our existence refined in the consummation of our love
she is my absolute
she is m blue ribbon, watershed moment
she is the muse in my heart.