the lady

so is to breath of her the lady,
that the scent of her lingers upon our lips,
the taste of her salty waters upon our lips ..
for we are thirsty for her at every moment !

she is the river of our experience,
the rocks upon which we ponder..
that feeling flowing in the vain,
 the prickling of her lips upon our vain..

drinking of life as we dance the moments away,
smouldering pools in which we drink..
dancing our fingers in the dance of her soul;
the light within us flickering with joyous life.