you called into the vast universe:
“Am I remembered?”
so my soul answers in gentle verse.
oh my beloved…yes you are.
my first thought upon waking
then in my prayers at night
I remember hands large yet gentle,
and your hot mouth,
in secret places stirring something to life.
gentleness in your blue eyes,
hair falling in your face that is sexy to me,
flow of a mysterious current between us.
you have a rare way,
for a woman to feel beautiful in your arms,
seeing the within Goddess that I did not.
your music vibrated my heart
like a much needed tuning fork
remembering you is like playing a long forgotten melody
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013