Every Good Thing

When you’ve held a woman…
Held her so well
The scent of her hair
Is imprinted upon your brain
And your hands understand
Her intimate terrain…
There is no return
To the artless
Life before her.

When you’ve kissed your woman…
Kissed her so passionately
Your hearts thrum as twins
And any map you’ve made
Of the future
Surely includes her…
All your hopes
For all your life
Wrap around her
The way ocean currents
Trace deep water canyons.

When you love your woman…
Love her so keenly
You would gladly die
To assure her safety
And provide her the surety
Of every terrestrial
And celestial treasure…
Meaning and significance
Fix to your soul
Like dew to a petal.

When you receive your woman…
As the early sky
Greets the rising sun
As the songbird welcomes
Her cheerful tune
As the hearth salutes
Its roaring blaze…
Every good and precious gift
Are yours in her arms.

The matchless love of a woman
Is of inestimable worth
And every good thing
Is in her arms
Her kiss
Her warmth.

The treasure beyond pearls
Silver and gold
Is in the soul and flesh
The glint of her eyes
And the softness
Of her breath
Awaiting your ready heart.