Untitled Written July 7 2013

his touch speaks volumes
like encyclopedias and im turning his pages…
researching his history and his creativity,
energy, passions…
his mission in this life…
masterpiece…
he is the professor
and im his dedicated student..
patiently hearing his message…
taking notes and following his moves
in this tango …
step 1, 2, 3 and 4…
spinning in his hands…
strength personified…
he is… powerful…
like the sun to a flower…
i bloom…
im his gold silk,
spinning in the loom
he creates a pattern in me…
i am shaped by his loving embraces …
im climbing into heights only imagined…
himalayan peaks,
ascending into heavens atmosphere …
feels like im breathing with angels…
but his touch, here in this moment …
reminds me of peace…
and i just breathe deep.

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