Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

His touch, his sculptor's hands, revealing lines she'd missed,

Melody upon sweet skin, where discord used to twist.

His eyes, two mirrored pools, displaying newfound grace,

A new universe of stars, reflecting on her face.

Years, she thought herself in flawed and fractured form,

Drab canvas bedaubed with doubt, untouched by sun's bright storm.

He came to her with whispered praise and awe within his gaze,

Transformed mundane self image, and lit her hidden flames.

He heard her hidden symphony in her whispered sighs,

The strength behind her fears, the fire in her eyes.

Each delicious stolen kiss filled him with delight,

Revealed her many wonders, hidden out of sight.

She at last emerged from self-inflicted shade,

Embraced herself, the woman he saw, unafraid.

His love, through an alchemy, it seems,

Turned uncertain woman into a moonlit dream.

Each move that she makes now reveals her sculptor's art,

Beauty he showed her, poetry, beating in her heart.

Hands touch how his touched, and she thrills inside,

Masterpiece he brought to life, bathed in love and pride.

No tool or iron or wood changed her mortal shell,

By molded by acceptance, and words her love would tell.

Even in his mirrored gaze, she finally saw,

The awesome beauty he adored, her... without a flaw.

So let the sunbeams dance upon her form,

This woman, loved and seen, no longer lost in storm.

For learning from his love, she's found the way to be,

Her own heart's symphony, wild and beautiful, and free.

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Copyright December 18, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin