You are the eruption of orchids
that lights a dark night.
Or the lyrical kiss of blue
a de Kooning brushstroke brings to life.
You are the sudden breeze that
cools a hot day,
and the soothing sound of
a running stream.
You are a waterfall,
a rainbow,
a four-leafed clover.
You are a snowflake,
a quill,
and the joy behind
a child's laughter.
You are a caryatid,
a shooting star,
a widow's mite.
A hope,
a pearl,
and a nymph in a forest of satyrs.
You are a white sapphire amidst
the grains of sand on the River Seine.
You are a valentine long forgotten
in the secret drawer of an antique chest.
You are an ivory and
onyx cameo that once graced
Cleopatra's neck.
You are anise,
a Darjeeling garden,
and carnelian light.
You are a huckleberry,
a Jasmine flower,
and licorice spice.
As absolute as the heavens;
as infinite as the Universe.
Celestial is your beauty.
Mesmerizing is your gaze.
An ancient duenna
from a far away place.
And you have voyaged all this way
to Mist me with your embrace.
