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.