LOST IN YOU
My jeweled Queen, whose treasures are hidden…
I beg of you, let me nibble through your tender roots,
That secure behind it,
The sweet and delicate folds of your goblet.
Oh my sweet, deep into you I have looked…
The path…
Droplets of wine and oil that bead on your fleshy walls,
Leading my lips to your gracious, generous, over-flowing earthen flask of silken goodness.
To my most High, how I am beholden to you…
one simple sip,
one tiny taste…
And I AM GONE!
I am lost underneath your warm teaming walls—
Never wanting to escape—
This rich, heaven-forged quarry---
Where every nuance of you lets me know…
I never want to leave this courtyard of Camelot again.
Originally wrote: March 13, 2003