I would ever so gently
kiss the lips
of he
who would ever speak my name
with any beckoning poise
He
who would brush my face
and smell my hair
as gentle
as the wind
brushing
a rose petals fur
He
who’s heart
is as tender
as sand beneath my feet
somewhere
in a dream
that only he
could place me
& He
Who has sent my heart
to soar
with his
to that place
that we
have never been