One Poem by Kent Miller

The Legend of Her Soul

She stands out like a raven
on dark love on twilight's beach
her imagination is her wing
her heart a moonesque guide
luminating her hunt
a tender, passionate light
her lips breath a scented truth
her breasts sweet pillows of desire
she's a huntress in search of meaning
in beauty she's already attired
she stands at the edge of the water
feels the waves lap her toes
she disrobes her black blouse and pants
she swims naked embraced by the ocean
baptized by nature in her quest for harmony
kissed by the dream of a lover
in eros' rapturous rythmn she'll move towards gentle maddness
where her perception will blossoom and grow
in poetry she becomes a movement
a union between mind and earth
she surrenders to the sun and moon mantra
the vibrates through the legend of her soul.

{Poem by Kent Miller}