by Peter Fisk

Created on: August 16, 2010

AFTERGLOW

As I lay in a repose I have never known before,

Feeling her gentle breath rhythmically exude its warm air onto my chest,

I know that I have found the perfect balance between sheer rapture and serenity,

She has brought me to a place where even the limitless walls

Of dreamers have yet to scale;

And as her rhythmic pulse of life beats steadily deeper and deeper

Into my heart and leasing the only room in my soul, for life,

My lady, my wonderful, perfect lady, has brought me to a place

No mortal has ever known; I gently run my rested hands

Through her silky, chestnut hair, draping her perfect neck

That I have come to know quite well in my unstoppable desire for this treasure;

I kiss her cotton-soft skin that covers a sublimely sculptured face

That yields to me, an expression of unknown love and untendered peace,

And as I lay back, convinced now, that searches do have happy endings,

Our eyes meet in that paralyzed moment of time when words are superfluous

And only the locked longing to have found one another will convey

Our sense of wonder and awe at what we behold;

I now bask in the afterglow of perfection’s light, of a soulmate’s recognition,

That justice and fairness and unbounded love

May not exist in this world, but does reside in heaven’s special home.

You are mine and I know that God exists, because He has sent me His cherished child

I love you so!

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