Conception

The perfect body of venus lay silent,
still upon the soft, carpeted meadow.
The sky above rolls along,
infinite in span,
beautiful in nature;
it's sapphire blanket covering all.
Cottony tufts blow on by overhead,
like marshmallow tumbleweeds in a desert sea.
A giant from the illustrious heaven sighs,
blowing a sweet breeze through her hair.
Oh, that hair!
A perfect golden, honey-blonde,
the color of the most impeccable wheat.
It fans gently across the verde earth,
revealing her every feature:
the earthen-brown eyes,
her fragile, elegant nose,
the lips of the angels -
I wish to kiss those lips!
My spherical windows scan slowly,
careful to capture each flawless inch;
wishing to remember each and every curve of that body,
my dreams incarnate.
A smile escapes those lips,
a gift from the Gods.
It floods my heart instantly;
the warm feeling of eternal bliss.
I could die there -
in that moment -
and be happy.
There is a feeling of completeness,
as if all I could ever want -
or require -
were there in my arms.
And then, my life begins.