Wyeth’s
For a moment,
You are my world
Your rose lips meeting mine
Your blues capturing mine
Your scent swallowing me whole
Your hands touching mine
Your hair draped over my shoulder
Your legs crossing mine
No creature can compare
No monarch butterfly, no speckled humming bird
No sunlight or glowing moon
No ocean wave, no afternoon breeze
I see the beauty in your heart
And I must confess
Before statues of angels
Before witnesses of reverence
I am eager to know more
It is my deepest truth
My amorous intent
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.10.13.15:45:16@130Brooklyn