My perfect woman,

In waves she arrives.

She gives me repose;

She summons my drive.

No truth is denied

’Neath her pure light.

Experience her guide

Intuition her sight.

Holding my mirror

She shows me what’s true,

Isolating my demons

From the me that is pure.

At night corporal rest,

Though never her mind,

Her brilliance seeks home

—Application to find.

So perfect a merger—

Allying strength and release,

Her language is plain,

Her Spirit is free.

Far more than she appears—

A kaleidoscope fluid and constant.

In her you’ll find what you bring

And leave with it sacrosanct.

—Ron Renaud