You sweet lass
come in my slumber,
when it's quiet enough
to hear grass grow
& my breathing has quickened
in the middle of the night
I spring forth
remembering
your golden touch
& I can feel
your ethereal movements
carried to me
from the stars
you lie afar
& I rise
to feel
your message
somewhere in the middle
you meet me halfway
playing a simple
affectionate-tune
& listening to your
own rapid breathing
brought back to you
by the sacred heavens
& me.