Monday, June 05, 2006

her one and only love

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.