The perfection of the girl

The girl delves deeper than any have done before, unfolds the expanse of me, such quintessential architecture.
She reaches inside, explores my guise with love and appreciation. Delicate the discourse shared.
From within she emits wonder, lets it emanate, apparent in her composition.
So at ease with the world in my arms, thoughts in resonance, a connection like the land meets the sky at the horizon, evident everywhere.

Her form demonstrates design, the discovery of archaic beauty, evolution exceeding expectation.
A snowflake on ice shards, a raindrop on an orchid petal, her hand in mine.
The sky envies her vastness, the ocean her fullness. Time aches for the completion she holds.
Softest skin, the almost touch of contact, she dances. Motion choreographed with spontaneity.

My soul she clenches, my heart she holds, my body she clasps.
Longing manifest in the embrace. Fingers trace touch, plot paths of origin and destination.
Such warmth she imbues, the open fire cools my skin in comparison.
Light refracts, her prisms blue green, hypnotic hues.

At night expectancy fails, sleep, a dream we participate reluctantly.
The reality we share wanes, the ticking clock, the street car. Your lips are touch, scent, sight, taste and the only thing I hear.
Soft whispers intermingle kisses, I cannot find words, you draw them out of me, replace them with languid sighs. Moans speaking volumes.
You free yourself on me, unlock my release.

With words you enthral me, with all you are you bind me to you for eternity.
Beauty’s etymology you define, kindness, empathy and love.
You are my everything, I could not write you if I tried, for you were written in nobler pen and your pages you still fill.
With all I am I love the perfection you hold.

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~ by Paul McGovern on August 7, 2011.

10 Responses to “The perfection of the girl”

  1. Lines of pure admiration. It is both beautiful and moving. A testament to your talent sir.

    ~ The sky envies her vastness, the ocean her fullness. Time aches for the completion she holds. ~

    You convey such wonder in what you see. Excellent writing.

  2. Once I believed the perfection of love didn’t exist, that it was a shroud we pulled down to ease the pressure of life. After reading this I am not so sure. The way you describe this girl is truly beautiful; a snowflake on ice shards, a raindrop on an orchid petal – what well-crafted imagery.

    The third verse is stunning, clearly she captivates you.

    I live in hope of the same one day 🙂

  3. Written with an open heart, spilt onto the page freely.

    ‘A snowflake on ice shards, a raindrop on an orchid petal, her hand in mine.
    The sky envies her vastness, the ocean her fullness. Time aches for the completion she holds.’

    You write such captivating visuals. I adore these lines. Everything you write is like a journey through a soul, an intoxicating path led through crystal clear pictures and feelings in words.

    Stunning.

  4. Aw, Paul, this is so damn beautiful…I fell in love with you, the girl, the words, and love all at once. Well, you know what I mean. This is thrilling to read! “A snowflake on ice shards” so delicate…so there..grasp it before it melts… this girl has you heart, soul, and body, and the poem has this reader in the same state. Visceral, gorgeous language, seductive, yet magical. A beauty, again! How do you do it? This is a reread, over and over!

    • J your response leave me in awe of your appreciation. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment and it delights me that you enjoyed my poem. I’m glad love spoke to you in the words for each of them was formed in my love. So thankful for your comment.

  5. Why didn’t you tell me that you published this immediately? I’m so not impressed!

    It is beautiful like the previous reply suggests. It speaks bold and true of someone you hold close, a living legend by all accounts 😉 This girl is clearly special to you and that makes me so entirely warm inside.

    So many words I could point towards but I will take just a snippet – “My soul she clenches, my heart she holds, my body she clasps.” says it all really.

    Tsubasa no ai

    x

    • Hah, I will update sooner next time!

      Thank you for taking the time to comment, I love hearing your thoughts. The girl in the poem means the world to me yeah ; ) and legend seems a fitting term of endearment.

      “Wings don’t walk, they soar with wind’s breath”

      Tsubasa no ai

      P

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