Rooting Home

She crumbled, exhausted.
     Lost to unresponsive paralysis.
Movement limited to deep gasps of breath,
     Soul spinning the universe.

She knows not where; a struggle to root.

"For, if I continue, I'll surely die."
     On her back, for how long? How hard?
Thoughts replaced by feeling.
     His breath. The back of her neck, he slides inside;

Rooting his soul, her's returns home. "This is hard."

"Very hard! Faster, Baby!! Fire, Passion, Love. Bring me home!!!"

-Shane Bowles.