My Auspicious Princess

I feel your skin
in a sense
of soft, soothing touch
that takes me in
a journey of youthful
voyage and places me in
the unique world of
desire, urge and love.

I draw your picture
on the stone, on the
sand, on the crystal
lime, on the mosaic
surface, on the clay,
on the wall of the cave
with my blood that will
never fade—come years,
come decades, come centuries—
and I will visit all
of those places again
and again—for
millennia to come—
to see your picture.

I touch your limbs
to feel the softness
that stretches the
finesse of blossoming
flowers—with the
spring bloom spreading
the aroma of love for
my auspicious princess—
beyond the grasp
of sensual understanding.