I love thee
Yet not only thee
For from your lips
I drink springs promise
And sample summers wine.
In the brown gems of your eyes
I see the sparrows changing tone.
The chestnut mare so tossed
Your shining hair.
And in your form
I remember all the arts
From Bougerau to Sergeant
And Michael Angelou
I love thee yet
Not for thee alone
But for the scent of blossoms in your breath,
For the fragrances
Of spice and earth around you
And even here
The sea.
Do I not love in your cheek
The shells pink curve?
And in your lithe limbs
The parting branches of young Arbutus trees
Smooth, and lean, and firm?
I love thee
Yet not for thee alone.
For Tara’s eyes look out your own.
Shakti moves your spine.
The Mermaid sings through you.
For does not the Goddess say,
“I am the All in All?”
‘tis true I love thee
But through you too
I love the earth and all its green
I love the wind that plays
And the water, cool in summer.
I love thee as I love fire,
And hold to your eyes
As in fires thrall.
