I behold the beauty that is you;
a drop of rain caught on the leaf of a geranium.
I touch the velvet of your skin, the gentle hair
covering the strength of your male hood.
I breathe the scent of your body;
the awakening of dawn on a clear spring day.
I listen to the rhythm of your breathing
filling the room with the closeness of you.
Softly my tongue touches your name
as I whisper it to the still night air;
the sound of it a million waterfalls
crystallizing into eternity.
The word spoken to form the substance that is you,
the most precious sound ever to have left God's mouth.
