And I shall take the writer home
so we move with intimacy
inside my eyes and heart.
Your phases warm in cold night
where loneliness haunts
and desires are dormant.
It's a grand rondevu
where ******* rivers flow
as I praise my partners
genuine heart.
And so...
I drift off to sleep
in bed of words and dreams.
I usually don't use organism type words but it seemed appropriate. Thanks to all who read my work and share in my lifetime. Our oneness inside of diversity shines as we post and touch each other.
