song of the star

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