You rise up
        in the room
of my heart
like those gentle
       spirits,
Nightly
you whisper words
that trip over
         the tongue
and slip down
the silk of my body    
        swirling and whirling
into silvery dreams
as I sleep
       weaving patterns
in my mind
and staining my thoughts
        with love

My thoughts
have  become
      as iridescent
as tiny pearls
of dewdrops
     They are enough
to fill a spider's web
and make it sparkle
      They are enough
to quench my aching thirst
for each one is filled
         with whole worlds
other dimensions
that only we,
     in our secret language of
matching souls,
can behold