She fabricated the reach of evermore
to sustain sweet dalliances,
where stardust interchanged
between the sheets of galaxies.
Who could foresee celestial ardour
when allure and mystique cocooned
divine re-emergence? Reawakening
the beating drum of all to come –
her lips, her stare, her touch, her soul –
A sacred offering and devoted fragrance
provided a golden solar balance.
All I was, was hers, a being, and all I could offer
one whom seraphs held, hand-in-hand,
was azure paramours. Embodiment.
All the universe could construct,
symmetry and silhouette.
L’amour est la poésie des sens,**
And her heart is infinity,
And I? I beat with her…
Poem © Phen Weston 2014
*From time to time
**Love is the poetry of the senses – Balzac