Elle Est Ma Vie Poem by Tsani Jones

I fell in love today.

Her eyes were the first
Glimpse of waking thought,
And the initial slice of
Morning reality.

She ran across my neck,
Down my back,
And caressed me
With warm cleansing water.

I tasted her sweetness
On the air,
Filling my lungs
And my soul.

With every delicacy I
Engorged on what
Makes her my
Adoration.

In the words of the great masters,
The vision of the genius artisan,
She reflects to me the beauty
Of my own soul in love with her.

As I kick off my shoes
At the eve of the day,
A glimmer of her essence
Massages a wounded, sore soul.

My love! My evening wine!
Her warmth is an elixir,
The potion of all that is
And is holy to me.

Eyelids flutter like
Moths drawn to her nocturnal flame.
As I slip to the coffin of slumber
Her comely gaze is my final fixture.

Tomorrow, I shall live it all again.