Part in sleep
Spilling out
Words of muttering something about being good enough and love
A recording to play to think of
Urge to open eyes as I vaguely recall
There in the room a red colour heart on the wall
Smiling as it fades
Was it there at all
Meditation next day gives an ******* thrall
Passion circulating within
Deeper than any touching skin
Universe what position you have me in
Felt so good
It couldn't be sin
Healing light to love
and passion
begin