Ode to ruby lips.

In the sky an image, faint and fragile
a shimmer made by clouds of silver mist and icy crystals
naughty thoughts their creation
those flares of recognition
of your ruby lips.
You it was who’s face hang there
in golden rays sculptured
out of sunlight made
a sight so rare it’s not to be found by the common
under sky so perfect blue
the canvas for this priceless art
red image of a miracle born of angel’s tears
your ruby lips.
Pounding heart goes wild behind their bars of bone
ringing mind under a roof of dazzling thoughts
elevating soul in a canister of love
sublime in every sentence
that manages to escape the grasp of my lips
every word spoken in awe
and care not to ruin the silence
not spoken the more if not said the less
casting my eye upon perfection not of this world
eye to eye we stood in this moment in eternity
seeing your ruby lips.
Fabulous in all your air
the breath of life for my hungry lungs
overjoyed my aura
electric shivers through my spine
unifying our separates till no two exists
but one in whole
nowhere more in space or time the surge for other
deeper wanting then mine is not to be found
in known or unknown worlds
wanting ruby lips.
Masterpiece in the hands of the potter
yearning and craving and turning and shaving
simplicity in complexity is the key to salvation
ether so thick in air so thin
learning to fly without wings
mind out of body
fly like an eagle in skies so free
where yonder girls not half the beauty
of you my love.
And all I want
to have a kiss
of your ruby lips.