Untitled #2
By Jim Heil
I find a new religion
when I look in your eyes;
colors (bright brilliance)
that your smiles express.
I long for the freeing
of 3 words and response
and poems of wonder
that your presence suggests.
I search pathing streams
in the gleam of your voice
and fall to the rhythms
of your talking caress.
I quell at the uprise
in a break of rejoicing
to your river of passion
to be with the blessed.
I hold dreams like babies,
soft blankets and such,
and preach on your kindness,
and think of you much.
I drown in your beauty,
but will render my clutch
just to live in your loving,
and die in you touch.