for the scene was aloud
she walked to the side

wondering if you understood
the light was very bright

holding a precious petal of love
for you

the light was burning the edges
sipping coffee by the subtle morning

you remained the sheer velvet
embracing her rest

the touch of the softest skin
a somber lost time

she stood by the everything
you are

the beauty of your being
encasing a masculine be

muse of the night
the shine of the edge

whether you suit
her being in the dark

eventually she is a thought
you entertain

Until she fulls forms
the french rose

out of a musing art
laying by your shoulder

she becomes
the other side of you

Above all that is
Of tradition

I see the world
In dancing lights

If you would
Make this move

You would see
This dance

Is meant for you
And me

A flea and a fly in a flue
Were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly, "let us flee!"
"Let us fly!" said the flea.
So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

Ogden Nash

I'm your blossom,
that flowers with beauty.
Your my water that feeds
sacred ground caressing my roots.

I’m your floret
that opens divinely
Your my sun of light
the sacred breeze that hugs with love.

I’m yours for all time.
Your mine who holds my heart.

Is That remaining existence
When words are gone

When presence is  defeated
When will is no longer relevant

It's that last image
You picture

Before you let go
Into your sleep

To wake into That same place
That one person

That is
Your trust