She feeds you.
Your thousand mouths open
your myriad tongues
the tributaries and estuaries
your channels and branches
open wide to sing Her song.
If you were inside yourself
you would be overcome.
You would be swallowed up
and absorbed into the music
but you keep one ear
out on a limb.
One small listening bud
a little apart to hear
the lights choral explosion.
You listen like a leaf
to the tree of life.
You dance
as the three graces
of mind body and soul.
All three
knowing they are
Her one and only love.
Oil on canvas. "Beloved" Dante Gabriel Rossetti.
