Holding your figure
To my breast.
Feeling your breath
Against me.
I know then,
To be enraptured by you,
My joy could be no less.
We could dance,
Under the azure sky.
In the desert wind.
With stars above your
Golden head.
God’s true beauty,
Held in my hands.
Our naked souls in sandaled feet.
Finding rhythm,
To express our being.
Each step a word,
Written in sienna sand.
And each sigh,
An emotion,
Between two angels
Borrowing God’s dance floor land.
--Diva
as published in "A Diva's Forte" (Lulu Publishing)
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