Divination.

My beloved,
your fragrant spirit seduces my soul,
sending it soaring through the
sun-kissed sky.

I dance intoxicated,
bathing in your beauty.
At whose feet shall I prostrate
in appreciation?

Whose ears have earned praise
for placing your hand in mine?
I sail six, and seventy seas on a whim,
chasing rumours you are an island.

Twirling towards ecstasy,
tumbling over my attraction;
coasting on caresses that
collide into me.

I locate you inside
the canvas where
my subconscious
paints its dreams.

Behold the broken shards
which I clumsily pieced together
craving comfort;
they come crashing down.

Awestruck by the sight
of your crystalline containment.
Sparkling, your eyes lead me
on a journey into your mystery.

That is where I locate your appeal;
it brandishes me in blessings.
Hark! Herald angels sing
your heart's songs.

They reveal all your secrets
which somehow replenish
ensuring you always remain
an anomaly.

An enigmatic Madonna-like muse,
innocent as the allure
of virgins;
devoid of sin.

Carried away, I stumble,
over my own two eager feet,
eternally racing in your direction,
until I faint, complete.

Whether you stare into my skin,
or scream at me in starry silence,
I stutter from
your sensuality.

I lose my sense of self.
Soothe my seething sorrows,
your touch enough
to heal my aching pain.

Possess my pores
with your pleasures,
wrap yourself
inside my blissful sighs.

I am enhanced by
your obfuscation
inveigled, sensation is
now worth celebrating.