Though silk is upon silk,
          foolish people do not understand
that we glide upon each other.

We need not the roughness,
                               of sand paper elopes.

Fingertips dream upon the other,
                   never a rainbow drowning,
                but guiding me to the love of you.

We are the masculine of each others holdings,
                 tightly within the softness that
every kiss weaves between our bird nests..

                           And the song birds do whistle.

We where never ashamed to hold tightly to each other.
              For we are both Adam.. and we nibbled on
                                                   the rib of the other Adam.

We're all free to love who ever falls within our
                 heart beat,
                                    no matter who we are.

All love comes from a singular beat,
                               and you where the rhyme
that fell in to the arms of me.
                                    And together we found our worth.