Love shook my soul , like on the mountain the wind upon the oaks falls... ~Sappho, 7th c b.c.e. fragment #40
Although they are only breath, words which I command are immortal... ~Sappho, 7th c b.c.e.
Like a woman...
Perfumed,
Soft,
and romantic...
With birds and lilacs in her hair.
Tulips rise from her soft
earth...
Deep from her soul...
Delicate beauty from every pore.
Her lilac-honey'd gentle breeze
Like warm breath
Races
Sensuous,
Along my ears
And down my neck.
Her trees
cast shimmering shadows dancing
over the liquid light
that falls on me...
Falls
like the tender caresses
of a lover...
...on my face,
...down my arms,
...to my hands,
as She leads me to a spot
in Her soft grass
To lie
In perfect
contentment...
My heart on Fire
with Joy.
I lay my head on her soft breast
at the base of a tree
and smile in blissful
contentment
at the goodness
of Life.
She fills the depths of my soul
With flowers...
As the last golden rays of evening sun,
in this perfect hour
Like warm oil...
Pour
Over my body.
Soak
Into every pore.
Sated
With happiness I lie
As she envelopes me
in her golden liquid warmth
that runs down the hollows
to my very soul...
Enfolds
All my senses
in Her sweetness.
Such sweet contentment
I wish for you.
A moment of peace
and gentleness
and warmth,
In this perfect month
In this gentle, sweet place
Next to heaven...
Quebec.
©Linda Giovanna Zambanini
Quebec
May 26, 1998
Although they are only breath, words which I command are immortal...
~Sappho, 7th c b.c.e.
Love shook my soul , like on the mountain the wind upon the oaks falls... ~Sappho, 7th c b.c.e. fragment #40
Created 10/08/2000 by
Linda Giovanna Zambanini,
Bloomington, IN USA
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