ECSTATIC UNION

ECSTATIC UNION

I look at her,

my girl, and

 I want to hold her,

 embrace her,

tell her,

 by some magic ,

 how beautiful and

 precious she is.

She is too good,

 almost not true,

 yet real,

 functioning, living.

It seems

like a miracle ,

this thing before me.

I kiss her,

hold her,

 and a madness

seizes me.

Suddenly I find ,

 in the act,

 the way to tell her

and a way

to express,

my own deep self,

 simultaneously,

miraculously!

I laugh, in

 astonishment,

as always.

 I prize it, hold it ,

 a precious secret.

She closes her eyes

 and we sink deep

into an ecstatic union.

It goes on and on

and we seem

to reach the limit.

I cannot believe it

 and then it hits us

and we know

in that moment

what life is-

final, complete,

 nothing left

 to be desired ever.