The Wonderful One

And when you take her to your own
be so close the song she sings in secret
is heard not with ears but within the
expectant chambers of your heart; the
face that faces hers plays for her the
sweet melody of your ever joyful soul.

Her breath should be your oxygen; her
smile a blanket for the long night's cold
dreaming; her touch should make your
body disappear in gladness; your touch
a gentle brush that paints the face of God.

And when she has taken all the stiffness
from you and her silk and shy shouts have
blessed the dark remain as Oneness met
as One and pull now not apart or have
separate thoughts. For there is but one
Thought and that is God---the God that

two as One alone can find.

Then be grateful that in her eyes you have
seen Eternity and It is
Your Self.