AROMA OF LOVE

Longing to smell your murky clayey Adam
The bucolic and sacred fragrance, rushing from your inner thrust.
Inviting and thrilling like the pelting stream from a high flown dam
Almost left to drink in cure of my obscurity and desertion.

Longing to see the stars in your dark colored eyes
to see the sun set in your magical face
To be rejuvenated from the hot air from your straight nostrils
And to be invigorated from the kisses from your romantic tongue.

None in search can fulfill or rewrite this perfect history,
of falling in love with one who has been confirmed by a dove
For a life time most people have not found such a love
That until now has remained a striking mystery.