Desert Dove

Eyes like the night

Dark and deep

Soft and expressive

Gentle and open

See how she shines

Beauty to long for

The kind that moves me

Down in the belly

Where desire lives

Wholesome, not lustful

Respectful but real

Powerful and heartfelt

Desire to know

Desire to experience

Desire to touch

Lord, who is this woman?

Will you give me the keys?

Will you show me her heart?

Will you let me near it?

Any fool would want her beauty

But I seek the rest

Who is she, way down deep?

Where she allows only the trusted

Where few have touched her

Maybe none

Who is she there?

Will you show me?

Will you let me?

Will she?

What is the combination to her safe?

Who will receive it?

Who will receive her?

All of her

As partner, friend, and lover

I am asking

I want to know

I am willing to love her

To give her that part

The one set aside for a wife

That part only she can have

My Eve

My missing rib

The One made for me

From the foundations of the earth

Before a breeze ever kissed a cheek

Before a bridegroom gave himself to his bride

I am willing to love this woman

Like thunder

With power she has not imagined

Like the sun

With terrific brilliance

Like the waves

With consistency and beauty

This dove of the desert

Lovely lady of the east

Raven-eyed princess of Jordan

Set aside for someone

Is it I?

Stephen Pursell, 2/27/14