Woven inside this dream
Are we one...or maybe two?
Colours cannot move! can they?

Although
Here, in this place, now,
They shimmer, vibrations caress your lips...
My breast
Your thigh
Fingertips..
Of breath...

Touching, stroking tenderly
Saturating shades of vibrancy, leap....dancing
Inside of me, moistoned in and, becoming you
Slipping through the slick slide of your skin
Touching mine
Encircling your heart
Pulsing through my veins...

We meld and share the irridescense,
Held in a fingertip brush
Against my thigh
Tangled in your pen's touch,
Quivering
Speaking in tongues
Words I cannot read, but feel upon my tongue...

Touching yours as we drink....
From surfaces of arch and curve
And we thirst more....
As you yearn for my breath to braid yours,
Exhaling against my body, your essence aches
Speaking in colours
Words heat, then cool skin
And...

We listen to the body
Our tongues taste whispered colours
Your rainbow swells beneath the curve of my leg
Entranced, we gaze beyond eyes
Searching for the deep, delicious.
Hungering for the kiss of distance,
Shimmering in the colours of us...


We mirror and reflect...
Are we one, or maybe two?