to lovers that wept

Is this what you feel as she touches you,
The caress of her hand that she loves you,

Speak as of dreams she loves you... in memory she covers you ...

In thought she holds onto you in the march of her hands that crave to hold you,
To hold you back as you come onto her with your eyes glittering into the sun that is her soul,

Unfolding into your memory like a glittering fur coat that you caress in your hand ...
But holding to hard it burns you,

Deeply seeking eyes question and believe ever seeking truth in your heart as her kisses unfold you...

*to lovers that wept in sacrament* (c)DL