each sacred echelon

my eyes trace the contour
of your looming
magnificent form

i follow curve and cornice
of your blooming
rich beauty forlorn

i long to touch your bézier
sweet seductive looping
by every cusp i am torn

you the consummate auteur
beneath you i am stooping
your tiny playful pawn

my future self with semaphore
signals to my drooping
ushering the welcome dawn

i the wanton obligor
my mission slowly brewing
your slopes the western leprechaun

i the climber theretofore
tisane of pitons steeping
summoning the latent brawn

i know not what your have in store
yet i shall be ready for all you bring
trekking each sacred echelon

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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