Beautiful Blessing

You touch me and tease me

Console and cajole

You know how to reach to

The depths of my soul

I wander, I squander

And ponder your worth

For you are a drifter

Yet salt to the earth

You ravage my senses

Barter with my heart

You are the painter

Of thought’s tender art

You chatter and chortle

You plead and you moan

You flow like the ripple

Of brook over stone

You speak every language

You know every mood

You comfort and nurture

You beckon and brood

For you are a soul-mate

Of perfect passion

A river of longing

And satisfaction

 You cause me to wonder

To laugh and to weep

Your tender-sweet murmur

Will lull me to sleep

You are my hunger

And my coming home

You are the beautiful

Blessing of a poem

© Janet Martin