A Portrait in Love's Gallery

Your perfumed vision drifts into my thoughts
Stealthily, like fog's enveloping embrace.
From the ivories of my mind's drawing room
The mellifluous music of desire
Wafts a passionate sonata to my soul.
I drink in your harmonious presence
Hungrily, like parched dry earth soaking up
The welcome moisture of a summer rain.

I respond to you like a plant does to light;
You've given me the impetus to grow.
The bright radiant warmth of your being
Has become the chlorophyll connection
That has coaxed this dull, sullen weed to burst
Its seed of self-absorption, to ascend
From its damp sepulchre of black despair
To dare the blinding bewilderment of love.

If I could paint the ecstacy of life
In love in words, I'd do you a field
Of fragrant clover wet with morning dew,
An emerald carpet of sun-drenched calm
Where rabbits frolic, their fur soft and warm
As your touch.  But my words are lifeless oils
Of inadequacy, doomed never to attain
The passionate eloquence of your kiss.