Your vulnerable love transcends
Crossing oceans of time
As it whispers to the one it loves
Soon, so very soon
Upon a fragile, fluttering mist
Love descends
Hearing her sighs, it begins
To surround her being, gently
Brushing its desire against her calling
Manifesting itself into her aura
Breathing her skin
Swallowing her very soul
As a cleaving starts, wholeness begins
Her hands become his upon her loins
Breath submits and shallows
As his mental bathing begins
Mind is strong and sees his reflection
Around, beside, beneath
Above and inside her
Caressing her thoughts, undressing her words
Making love to her mind as hands
Make love to her flesh
Her mind, his hands
His mind, her hands
But one soul
Always but one soul
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova