Folding Myself Into The Thought Of You

Trapped beauty, released
into the flowing movements of time,
washing your spirit
with the dreams of mine, my sweet,
sharing together the love
of newborn galaxies.

I take another sip of you and fall,
down through your passions,
your eyes; coloured with poetry,
dance across the breadth of my soul,
into the waiting arms of yours.

My tears explode new suns,
to bathe your life in gentle warmth,
covering your fears with the hopes of mine,
they merge to form new emotion,
a star-song of purest elation
rushing across the eons we call seconds.

My love is strong and deepest blue,
for you; the woman who has opened me.
I colour co-ordinate my sighs with yours,
watching them fold you, embrace you,
capture you to wander dreams.

I swallow another scream of my love,
it searches for my heart, bleeds it dry,
then fires across time’s eyes,
towards your breath, waiting silently
for mine to kiss your wondrous,
exquisite, ecstatic life.

Folding myself into the thoughts of you,
I cry again, the tears full of joy, love,
passions that twist my days into nights.