Sweet aromas of love, air scented, another world

Wild thoughts move in the heart of the girl,

And slowly awaken what lies beneath a surface tense

With heart-whispered, soft-petal promises.

Carried to this early morning moment

On the white-winged breath of an easy dream,

Heaven-given, heaven-sent.

She is here.

I will touch, I will sense, in angelic time,

Her heart, my heart. Hers to mine.

I will watch her shadow disappear,

As it slides into her timeless moonlight heart.

An eternal heart of secrets, wild and dark.

She will offer gentle song to the harmony of hearts,

Will whisper things of the eternal night,

And will bring me to the silver light

Which breaks through the black, chaotic branches

Of a sea of restless, ancient trees,

And offers all revelation.

My heart craves what she brings.

“I offer you the truths of time,

But not these alone.

The truths of love, the expanse of a soul free,

Of a soul home.

My kiss will melt your last fear.

Your nature knows no fear but one:

The fear of turning away from your heart,

Your destiny.

A woman made from, and for, a woman.

Creation began, and will begin, with a kiss.”

Lost in the blue pools of her eyes. “Yes,

Open me with your mouth,

Open me with your touch.

Release her, the one who sleeps inside.”

My lips respond to hers.

And then,

Her tongue slipping sweetly, gently,

Into the depths of my melted desire.

All my secrets bare.

And all that has slept inside surges

With the strength of a thousand wild, white horses.

There is no morning for the goddess

Who brings all truth.

“This is the world we created.

Our desires are fulfilled within the eternal moonlight.

Desires which have no horizon.”

The silver light reflects on my face.

I rise.

Anointed. Awake. Home.