in the beginning we lay
beneath the stars a candle box before us
your hand in mine as i
fed you strawberries
my hand cupping your
face your heart to my lips
your heart the warmth
and sweetness i desired , that i wanted and needed in my life
you roll your arms
about me your lips tattooing my neck with red cherry pie
a little star in the
sky falls
we float heaven ward
rising through the
sparkling darkness , one hand at a time
your head laid upon my
chest your fingers encapsulate my heart
my arm a bounty arround
your hips
the force of the skies
the solar energy of the sun warms us - the stars deeply twinkle
your body flows into
mine as a waterfall into a sponge
your arms surround me a
placenta of warmth and nutrition
a heart beating within
mine
a bee to the flowers of
my garden
the birds begin to sing
angels to heavens quire
clouds form arms and
temples lips , your lips touch mine in the heavens
the sky full of
droplets of your tearful emotions
the wind blowing my
dandy lion lips through the lips of the misty sky - your soul
awakened by each droplet of heavens tears
heavenly tears ,
bringers of joy , the cusp of a curling emotional sky light
the cloud of the soul,
a mind set on the facets of reality spun as a web of glittering light
to turn your thought to
yarn ,
welded within the city
of your heart ,
time a moment of
reflection but an echo of the present that one truly never sees
yet by the moments
recounting a breeze of the passing lips ,
sky born to a kiss of
star light and the emotional presence of life through the floating
mist of gentle dandy lion seed,
a kiss yet born into
the fires of the morning ,
gently a man caresses
her breast, his lips of surpassing passion and living fire
a gentle caress as the
waving of a hand over the jewelled web of a spider come morning light
coming yet the winter
to her end , the warming tendrils of her thorny snows coming to make
light rainbow net in the pressing air of the evening sun
the star both dazzling
and full of that kindness that let the kingdoms of the earth find
presence in the world's otherwise grey earth
the death that follows
life like a dog , running ever after the expanding seed from the lips
of a goddess ,
come to light to meet
the seeker of the earth baltain presenting those seeds a place to
plant deep.
That their palms press
the seed to form the gifting of life their lips to the pressing of
joys and hips that rock the seas into the path of on coming joys..
life's sacred bliss the
passion of passing moments or years,
of joy and passing ergs
of the willows and the bees that presently fill thee with joy to
every kiss and sultry passion
