The failing pulse
of long journeys
behind and ahead
held,
like a spell.
Charisma,
perfect.
I try to tell myself
that this is it;
what's wrong.
You never live up
to our expectations
of perfection.
Your great power
is a warm bath.
I am excited by life
because of
your great power;
love,
out of every pore,
a coat
of sweet liquor
on lips,
head,
skin,
eyes,
opening heart,
melting soul,
into cream.