Playing with words,

Like the strings of an instrument,

What fine melody will you weave in my heart

When that music wafts softly

Across forever

And touches a soul

That yearns for release.

Do you ever think,

That you create such wicked wonder

With your words of hunger and fire

Deep in the dense heat of my lusting body

That aches to feel worthy

Of such poetic dreams

How I wish across a field of tomorrows

To hold for one second, one moment of time

That heart that beats in rhythm with mine

How I wish with every cell I own

To feel your skin on mine, your mouth

Our bodies, coming together

In a collision of worlds

That would shatter

The tenuous grip

I hold on my reality

As you pull with the force of the moon

Against my tide and you wax me high

And bury me low

Behind the horizon of longing.

But in my dreams,

Where my heart lingers in your

Concealing embrace,

Enlivened and free,

Holding true with a vengeance that

Frightens and amazes me

I know that change will come

And that we will create that

Sweet, sweet music of words

Together...