It comes to me like beautiful ♫usic – Erato
To be in touch with Beauty, Love, The Erotic, The Feminine: The Aesthetic, wherever it reposes… beating heart…
To believe in, in the hinterland, the Holiness of the whiteness of snow; to savor tranquility, & gentleness… in a soft evening’s snowfall; & to behold the soft tufts of cuteness and fun from bunnies kicking up puffs of fluffy snow, chasing tail in couples together…
& To grip with thine soul the flesh of thighs… to feast upon the cleavageous baring of breasts… to devour carnivorously the other parts… & to gorge & gorge wholly upon the living breathing Gorgeous erotick lustee…
To know this Beauty: to feel these Truths: to rub with thine whole body us: forms of Goodness, tactilly…
That is to conjoin with the Earthenly Love, and Beauty – The Erotick & The Otherworldly Feminine –
The witch’s coventry found practicing these tactile arts. The rivers found running the otherworldliness of her face – the union of –
The bunny.
The prophetess of Love…
The savior of your Earthenly Love.
The wishful, longful, secret-tears diary of a teenager of sixteen…
A nuptial innocence of a curly hair latching on her safety belt trustingly for a drive…
To eat the ambrosia of the pure poetry of the head-over-heels chatter of Lovers…
…The ambrosia of the pure poetry of the head-over-heels chatter of Lovers…
To touch the texture of empathy made by your best expressions of your soul for the goddess of your engagement…
To warmly nudge the swing ‘neath the branch, under the canopy of stars on the picnicked beach – “Kiss me now… kiss me forever… Amen.”
Amen.
This poem now has a print: https://joevalentyn.org/press/2021/05/01/poetalia-tactility%f0%9f%8c%a0%f0%9f%8c%a0-print/
