We love to spend our evenings on this beach,
walking and talking, love-connected, soul
to soul. I keep him safe from men's conceit
and he adores my fishnet-stockinged feet
(shoeless for him, he knows: shoeless for him).
The world is sly, and subtle, and its whim
is deadly, with a long and sorrowful reach.
But our love, sheltered, brings delectable
bliss, surging through our faith to spiritual
height, to the point that Solomon wrote of---
my lover, "ravished always by my love."
This is much more than fleshly ecstasy;
much more than can be told in poetry---
our twilight walks around Lake Galilee.
Starward
[jlc]