Be my lover
Come soooo ftly
To the shadowed door
An entry to my place of rest
Surrender at its best
Our
Rhythmic breath
Enough for me to know
Your presence
….and I just might stir in sleep
And turn toward subtle scent
Portraying your soon entry
Carried on the breeze
From open windows
In the hallway
Of our dreams
A subtle seeming way
Of heavy ether forming
Tender nests of wonder
And surprise
Beneath our sleepy eyes
The lifting smile
Extends our hands in supplication
Gestures of our prayers
Held fast
In touch…
Warm breath
Upon our derma of desire
A blend of touch and feel
The real
The real
The real
We feel
We feel
We feel