Monday, January 15, 2007


We are together
like the satin whispers
of darkly reaching minds.
You are pregnant
with my life.

Hands have flown away
to become the erotic tales
of lesser gods.
We use a tactile water
that overflows into movement;
its soul and sensation
is Your body.

This dance we arrange
has rounded vowels
that journey into their own mouths.
A singing silence
moves sound around
like legs and arms.

We keep running to the
water fountain
to taste the pleasure
fluids have
when they seep out
of one form into another.

We are together
like the silken threads
of a woven starlight.
I am what You spin
into a web
of Your own passion.


Image (C) Bard Judith: Expectancy.