Natural Balance
She is the half lacking,she's all I am not.
My counterpart, equal yet,opposite.
She provides my very meaning, defines me.
Purpose of my pride, architect of my smile,
prelude to my pain.
Shes a seed to inspire me to aspire in hunger
so I heed my need to feed, tasty indeed.
Mystical, majestic, she is beautiful,
she is the balance, imagination abuzz.
She is the heart pounding,
pulse racing buzz night & day .
She's my most dangerous drug,
as most assuredly,
she certainly takes my breath away.......
.......Fortunate one is to beat the soul crushing effects of withdrawal.......
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
Inspired by reality of a dream. She is a myth, a fable. Over the decades & many many an expedition, I have encountered Bigfoot twice now in my lifelong quest to find the "one" That should tell you something in a world plunged into the sea of never ending temptation & opportunity.
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Kathy