I am yours. You move to my heartbeat,
weave our words from bated breath into
the songs and poems of our history,
create a stage for sacred mystery.
Your scent is my potion, you my passion.
Let me write a song with red-ribbon words
where all pain is stuffed with bliss.
This is all there is.We walk together,
harvest the juicy,drooling chemistry.
It is our time to dance.
Colours swoon, create a rainbow melody, a
cloudless sky. Will you hold the arrow back or
let it fly? It’s time to say good-bye to guesses.
Bring me recognition
a rare white smile in your eyes …
this is the day of bulging red hearts and fire.