flight of the butterfly, rising free
Warm and present aftertaste
Bitter and pure black heat
Feeling the drifting notes
Of a distant song’s subtle beat
The tears flow easily this morning
as my feet find your feet. The warmth
of your skin warms also my heart.
The warmth of my heart
pleasing sound from that secret place
warm flowing thoughts rising free
where passion knows, of you, of me
longing for that lost embrace
passion moves two flames to dance
touching, merging, melding, one
two souls burning as the sun
join me in this sacred trance
deeper than two souls have felt
beyond the thoughts and words we know
giving praise to God, we knelt
seeking calm, desiring to grow
depth of souls, from two, we melt
basking in the glorious glow