I will feel rhythm of your sweet breathing
as you lie in my arms, watch your soft lips
form caravans of syllables wreathing
us like spiritual smoke signals, our hips
pressing one another firm as seatide
on welcoming shore, our strong legs clinging
like celestial vines, our feet touching sides
and soles in gentle caress, hands singing
silent lyrics echoing magic verse
they hold so gently in our sacred book.
What will saints whisper, their gloried mouths pursed
in reverent care? Will their bright eyes look
at our eyes, praise our glow, our holy bliss
at sharing words’ great power? Bless our kiss?
Roger
April 27, 2011
