words offered to me as gifts--
words, tasted and savored
like a heady wine
they clasped my Soul by the hand
and the two soared, laughing out loud
for the sheer joy...

and so, to meet became the
only possibility,
and before my eyes found him, my
Soul already felt, and knew
and shouted her joy
at meeting her old friend again.

we walked in winter gardens--
our words kept us warm.
we talked about Life. and God. and Soul.
and the taste of emotions
i had long forgotten...
reality busied itself elsewhere,
while magic took the day in hand...

and so, the final parting brought
reality's brisk intrusion, but
magic gave one more gift
as it flew the night--
an endless caress--minutes---days---a lifetime
two warm, strong, gentle arms
a safe harbor in which to float
in pleasant warm waters...
a sense of coming home to a glow of welcome,
and a certainty that this embrace
was filled with truth
and would never confuse love
with pain...

(c)1999 maria davis

(para mi amigo fantastico)

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