Feathery Clouds

          Feathery Clouds

Clear morning sky
Solitary feathery cloud
Horizontally hangs
Fleshy skin pinkish red

Lover in red dress
Pinkish lips full
Inviting the dare
To press my lips to hers

Crash together
Pieces sluff off
Shedding of old
New maturity and growth

Edges soften
Where one ends
And another begins
Continually woven

Twenty eight years
From day we wed
Wake to beauty beside me
Fully feminine, fully different

Mystery of union
Becoming
Two complete individuals
In union

As become more complete
More to give
Expanded ability to receive
Transformation radiates

Dynamic movement
Willing exposure
Deeper connection
So much still to explore

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
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