this sweetest of eclipse...

In your eyes,
reflected back at me;
I finally see the man
I've always wanted to be.

Forgive me lass,
if I stare;
It has taken forty-two
(long)
years
to find myself
here.

Sunlight / birdsong
tease us gently awake.
With your hand in mine
let us stop the world awhile,
& cancel time.

Skin on sacred skin,
lips on fluid lips;
Only dawn can break
this sweetest of eclipse.

Intoxicated by your hair,
my head lingers
on your chest;
for a brief moment
of moments 
I am a
god amongst men...

Truly,
utterly,
completely:

blessed.

(c) Brent M Harpur, 2011.

"The heart is an organ of fire!" (Michael Ondaatje)