She is my soul’s sweet mystery and my secret sound, without her wings
under me; my sky would run a ground, her kiss is like an ocean; her
cooling waters wet my skin, rising tide pull me under; come lover let me
I cannot sleep; I dream you awake; take the trouble from my tongue, you
pull the passion from the darkest place where the world is hot and
young, the syllables of your name a mantra for your favor, with hungry
mouth and holy hands I celebrate your flavor.
A seasonal world; a meaning made in words to rhyme the silence, the
wound is drained with a symphony of honey sucking violence, my
unslept dream lover my genesis of life, my night where all dreams find
life; my angel driven wife.