Swimming Poem by GORDON GILHULY

I am swimming in your words 
sweet as spring flowers newly arrived;  
rich as honey from the lips of summer,  
they wrap themselves 
around my heart, around my soul 
and drive me mad with their beauty 
I am swimming in your essences 
sweeter than well water that aches with purity;  
they are baptism in a holy moment 
as sacred as an August moon;  
they bathe me, my body transcended 
my soulthirst slaked 
and I am sane with the divine moment 
I am swimming 
it is beautiful.