The light of the universe dances across
shimmering blue and fields of gold.
Gentle fingers stretch, stroking the
bright fruit set against deep brown.
My hands are like no others as they love you,
Rough as rope lashed to the wrist.
Perfume winds carry precious tastes
with moments of sweet delight,
Whispering thoughts from lips that
guide to longing, angelic reward.
I held them in my ears and
locked up my heart’s mind.
The light of the universe dances for
your shimmering blue and fields of gold.