Blyss Poem by Ann Mckeeman

it does not strut upon the road

tarries not in gestures cold-

but rather lingers within the fold

of beating hearts, emblazoned gold...



(ah such warmth, the coursing nectar of life..rubies glittering against the alabaster

obsidian guardians blinking never...)

(the silent glow of a thousand oceans in your gaze)



a touch, a word, the sigh of pleasure...

giving meaning beyond measure

all things favored at the leisure

every moment for to treasure....



{...blyss...}