As you stride by, I close my eyes to behold you before you pass into memory
I stare at the sun and your flawless silhouette leaves an onyx impression against the clouds silver lining
As you pass into my vista, I try to capture the image of your glistening muscles and the symmetry of their perfection
The same back that supports the universe adorns a pink flowered sundress and transforms it into a beautiful tableau
You have carried the troubles of the world there, your own sorrows too as well as innocent babies and strong men
I yearn to caress your opalescent skin with balms and anointments fragrant oils and ointments to soothe your divine soul
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