Drink from me
Heir of the universe
A black tornado
Of undeniable love
Thirsty a resolution
Of goodwill in the manor
Of your grassy lands
I lay me down
On the battleground
Of your passion
Emerged in your coercion
Even the rocky ground
Is a comfort to my bones
I stretch my arms up
Towards the moon
Like a ghost in love with you
Almost touching
But not quite reaching
Forever speaking
Reeling out for you
In the boundaries
Of our language
I find the silence
Fills the space with
Understanding and the sounds
That lovers make
Only when their lips and legs
Are intertwined
© GÄ
Poétique 