Sing Sweetly

Sing sweetly to me, angel love
and I'll become your song.
Soft as air, a ripple shivers
o'er my skin as you approach.

Sheen of amber, wishing just to be
a single flame within a greater fire.
Let us burn within each other now.

Knowing only that we have and
sometimes are what is most precious
in the universe - a blossoming of love
that grows and swells. Waves undulating
through and over everything - moving us
in ways we never came to move before.

Stir the ancient memories of ages that
will always come and go - through us.
See, a new patina there - of color!
Paint this flesh with colors of the dawn.

Sing sweetly to me, angel love
and I'll become your song.
Moist, the rose is blossoming
for thee...

? Michaelette ?

1/31/2002
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