Strange Angel (of the most delicious kind)
beauty of any kind is in the eye of the beloved and the back of the squeezed.
I see the dancer’s feet—
A marvelous form,
fearful in design,
Dipped blue and shine,
Terminators
of
strong stems, taut and firm.
Time may soften features,
but can never erase
Foundations.
the years of discipline,
the work driven by passion,
the longing to make love
through movement—
capturing hearts of any
who dared to witness you.
You—strange angel,
dancing in the ocean,
twisting in the water.
O my precious,
I see you, my Arwen.
Here am I—your Aragorn,
Strider, slayer, protector,
guide.
Or—
I, the Gollum,
chasing the One Ring,
helpless, heartless
Again it’s power.
Twisted liar to
Gain my own means.
Nay, nay!
I would climb
the white walls of Gondor
for thee!
There you sit,
gowned in white,
soft blue and lace,
(Do I detect a hidden tint of pink?)
wondering if I am here.
I am.
I call to the full moon,
trusting she delivers
my message—
for she gives no receipts,
only this truth:
When love is true,
when it is pure,
when candles burn
against the dying fortnight,
no proof is needed.
The proof is in the living—
in savoring,
in drinking deep,
in lusting without regret.
My love,
this life and the next
hold no fear,
no final end—
only you,
only love.
Only the burning proof
that we lived it.
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