The Scent Of My Lover
The scent of my loverIs of cut pine from a forest green
Deep green is our love together
Young...Alive with adventure
Thrilling.....full....and enduring
The taste of my lover
Is as the salt of the great Pacific
Wet...warmed in the sun and pouring over me
Wave upon wave, pulling me into himself
As a current of strength
Taking me
As the tide pounds the sands
heaving me back
Back to the depths
From where our love began
This is my lover my own
Tender are the hands of my lover
Hands of an artist...a skillful musician
And with his touch
My soul is transported into his
As a song lifts the heart
So my soul alights
As wings of a mighty bird
Our souls journey
To that intimate place
Only true lovers know
His hair is as dark waves of plenty
Nestling softy between my fingers
His arms are strong and capable
For his work is hard and long
That my worries may be few
He cares for me
I am protected...I trust him
For I can count on my lover
My own
His earnest arms embrace me in the night seasons
I am comfortable here
Secure...and safe
The legs of my lover are as two mighty oaks
Stable and true
The feet of my lover have direction
They do not travel on a self serving path
Feet of a servant
Yet a King
Clean and washed they are
He walks with purpose
They carry mercy and truth
So Faithfully in step with mine
Delighting and laughing as we merge together gracefully
In the ever changing rhythm of our dance
Finding our places
Side by side
We enjoy this peaceful path
This way of Joy
And in the finding
We continue on it
"Oh, my lovers feet,"
"May I anoint them?'
With fragrant healing oil...
For they are the feet of a good man
The eyes of my lover sparkle in twilight
Hazel gold in shining green
In the gentle strength of the lowering sun
As the mist of tears softly appear
For our love cannot be contained
He is handsome among men
The eyes of my lover search for me
Though others crowd his view
He looks only upon me
I am held by his glance
For he has captured my heart
And I am warm and full in his presence
Sweetness pours from his lips..
"I alone am his delight,"
Of all the beauties in the lands
He chooses only me
He takes me to his Fathers house
His banner over me is love
To our bed of fragrant spices
Drenched in Love
Look closely
My lovers eyes tell our story
All the storms we've outlasted
Just to see the Son once again
We are One witness
Tears declare the wounds our hearts endured
When we wandered onto, the hard way,"
Distressed and in deep pain
Yet not alone
We smelled the perfumed wind
So familiar..
We turned...breathed in....
and followed
We could see Him clearly now
Our old friend and shepherd of the hill
Restorer of the breech
Rebuilder of ruined cities
And streets to dwell in
Leading us Home…. Once again
We are One Witness
My shepherd...My lover...my husband...
and I
His eyes tell our story
Our pain has run deep
As a stream underground
Our faith carries the murky waters
Far out to sea
Disappearing forever
Into the vast ocean of our love
Far away...far...far away..
My lover speaks
And time stands still
the earth stops, creation waits
And bares witness
At the tender voice of my love
His words caress my face...sweetly...gently
Magnolia blossoms flitter happily
On the southern breeze of a summers day
Poetically romancing
Prophetically revealing
Our Passions releasing in love
In eager, sincere response he pulls me into himself
his whispers kiss my face...truly...as do his lips
My lover...my friend..my delight...
my husband..my own
My lovers chest is strong and wide
Created for My head alone to rest upon
The lips of my mouth kiss him
For he is fine
A prince among princes
He is his Fathers son...my gift...my treasure
In this life’s allotted time
A good life.... is treasured moments
stored up in the secret garden of our heart
Kept....in that intimate room..that safe place
Where one's soul slips quietly away to reminisce
Pondering with delight
Faiths fulfillments...that have so graciously unfolded
To an open garden rich in colors
Diverse in textures
This is where you will find my love
He chooses me...and brought me into his chambers
His hand is under my head
And his right arm embraces me
He lays himself over me
And pours out his love over me as a drink offering
This is my lovers portrait...my prince in shining armor
my companion...my brother...my friend...my husband
who moves my senses to memories not forgotten
So he remains in me
A crackling fire on a brisk winters day
A song in a forest
A new summers day
A picnic feast in the mountains
A time for play
I am my lovers...and he is mine
In all this I am Blessed
For I have known loves best
I have overflowed...and been filled again
I am complete
He has hid me away...just for himself
my sweet lover
In His garden laced of honeysuckle and morning dew
In that special place..our love will grow
In that secret place...
Only True Lovers know
By Tina St.Ama
copyright 2009
Spirit Song
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