Steamy Mist

The dream became a steamy
mist of incandescent hues.
Towering flames that rise within the real.
Unspoken thoughts of battles fought
are dissipating from the atmosphere.

Eyes opening in all that we hold dear.
The gentleness, the innocence.
The slow, sweet dance of lovers in the dark.
A burst of light - complete delight.
The bliss of two, becoming what we are.

Drawing close, then pulling back.
Enhanced by every touch.
As once again, the dream became
a steamy mist of incandescent hues.
Towering flames that rise within the real.
A hush, a touch, a breathless sigh.
Divinity - the love is born on high...

? Michaelette ?

4/18/2003
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