Beatitudes of Love
Form: Epistle
Another wee thinking for you, darling
Sitting beside you as you lie in bed my lips
like dancing butterflies on your closed eyes
whispering the hypnotic words of relaxation
yet there is awareness in the meditation
as my lips flutter softly into your anticipation
and so the tantric senses begin
tempting your imagination into the most sacred sin
beatitudes of love and lust
healing the tears and fears of sadness
as the inner eyes open to the beauty
of divinity as it flows between lovers
revealing the secret in the openness of passion
that the wage of the most holiest sin
is not death but life
for creation is borne of love
all ways, always
your Crazy-assed poet xxx
©JGFarmer2021