Orange, Red & Brown

A Man's Caliber      
cannot be measured      
by his shirt size;      
large flannel sleeves      
Orande, Red, and Brown      
rolled loosely, dangling      
about her olive forearms      
     
The long tail becoming      
a gown to make morning      
tea & coffee, a buttery    
pancake brunch in bed;    
her ballet socks      
gliding across tile      
to clean house on a      
Saturday afternoon    
     
It's a second skin      
of scent every woman      
becomes familiar with      
while lounging through      
the yearning absence      
or playful attendance        
of the man she Loves      
     
Calibur is measured      
by his Spiritual intent      
His steadfast leadership;      
her best interest at Heart      
     
It's an unfailing sense      
of justice penetrating      
an exact depth of presence;    
a vulnerable exposure      
renting the veil of fear
and doubt within her before
Evolutionary Union occurs:        
     
A transmogrification      
from Absolute Belief;      
a Holy Commununion      
between Love and Truth      
     
Born only of Dreams      
and their Patient Faith.      
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