what I fear the most
is not this spinning
inexorable world
perpetually casting
shadows and monsters
or even my own
inevitable fleshy demise
no these days I reserve my trepidation
for the unthinkable travesty
of a life affirming beauty
being right in front of me
and me not experiencing it
yes I still tremble baby
but its at the thought of missing
your magnificent frame
the melodious chords of your voice
your natural perfume
as it wafts through everything around me
feeling the pulsating blood in your veins
and of not being able to savor the
delicious singular
exploding uniqueness
that is your flavor
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