A Day Of Her Worship In Majorca Poem by Tsani Jones

It is 5pm in a place
Where time does not exist.
You sit, within reach,
Casting your soft glow
Onto a gentle world.

A glance into your eyes
With an alluring smile -
The world is perfect...
Your place, across from me
Written into the rising stars.

My love for you is the
Salt on my tongue,
A sweet wine to
Help me digest all that
You are to an old heart.

Waves crash softly
As the sea mist lingers
In your hair, for a moment,
The fruit of all that
Is holy to me.

My love for you is the
Sugar in the candy
Held in the mouth of
A small child, a kiss
More sweet to me than nature's honey.

The skies speak of you
Light the path your feet
Touch as stars worship...
I bow with the moon
As she crowns you in her glory.

My love for you is the
Food of my soul.
Without your gaze I
Wither, falter, and fade
From this paradise I have folded to.

This moment, like all others, my heart stops
In complete adoration of
Your beauty, the grace you hide,
The times I reflect on my love for you
Number with the finest grains of sand.

You make my soul full.
You make the darkest moments
Bright with your hope.
You make my heart grow like sunflowers.
Your love makes breathing worth the effort.

A beach is perfect when you are in it,
The moment when my hand touches yours.