caress the creatures at your side
and bring them into their highest vibration
turn them inside out till they shout
penetrate me with your presence
the essence is perfect here and now
grown out of pumping
you start touching her desperation
she releases over and over
her fingers pass through the channels of the night
gliding lightly upon the surface of your body
as ducks prepare for morning’s flight
into every morning’s dream
love comes at last
but your expectations are blocking you from receiving
that which surpasses your mind’s narrow visions
you let go of goals and become as golden as the fire
candles and bronze statues may offer perfect forms
but perceptions are born, worn, and torn
long before you can even view them