“These images melt together in an intimate warmth, in the constant softness where the nucleus of the feminine bathes in every soul” (Bachelard 64)
The woman to my left
Your softness caresses my dreams
Where you stand tall and proud in my arms
Cradled in white,
The white of the pure
the white of the just.
You embody all that I am not
and all I can never be
Yet here you stand softly in my arms
shoulder to shoulder
hip to hip
in a loving embrace.
You are all that is female,
You bare your soul for the world to see
You show your heart so that all my see
And here you stand
covered in white, the white of our first night
For you are my love
you are my joy
you are my wife.