GreyWanderer

Insubstantiation

Beautifulness...pulcher. My senses are pleased, exalted,
soaring above you as you stand lost in contemplation
by your very own thoughts. Love fills my heart as I yearn,
pulling you near, the closeness of your breath stirring,
unheeded passion for your lips to touch mine...

Would that more than one could build a Mystery, and house
unto each of them such icons of beauty that we become awed
and our emotions stirred...