The Symmetry of Soft Summer Crimson and 
Warm Winter Blue

Windowed to a mortal world She cried a tear from my eyes.
Forming streams than rivers down my absorbent skin.
She then blazed across my face
and pressed Her crimson lips to my eye.

Clear tears turned bright pink as Her soft moist flesh met mine.
At the brink of speech, with a spark that set me free,
Smeared rouge and pale violet
formed a tight seal.

Her soft lips swelled warm and wet,
rich and sweet, long and gentle.
Time came to past,
autumn leaves came, but did not last.

Now comes the snow,
the bitting wind, and the snhooohhhw,
calming the chill of winter blue,
atop the covers, together, two.
With breath moist, hot and heavy,
She gently kneeled over me.

Her auburn locks sponged
the moisture from my neck.
A feminine finger tip wynds a path
in the dew forming on my abdomen.

Heat and sweat swelled
between points of impact,
contact.
My forearm and Her thigh,
her buttocks and my thigh.

The palm of my right
cradled the crest
of a small firm breast.
Motion still, calm, breathing, relaxing.
Sweat beads streaming, pooling, catching,
the cool night, Moon light, Blue.

With Symmetry,
Oh that symmetry,
That touched me so close.
Everyday, in every way,
You might say the same way....
The wind filled the air,
her fingers combed my hair.
Or how the clouds filled the sky
if She were to pass me by, bye.
She’s with me as I walked the street,
She surrounded me in kindness and heat.

From my head to my feet,
I felt good and warm while in defeat,
That is, when She touched me so close,
when she touched me so close,
with symmetry, Oh that symmetry.

©WRM