Sinking Heights

We are sinking into heights
of pure delight - arousing innocence
to waken in a sultry tone
of one to one (at last alone);
that moans and groans as it expands,
encompassing it all within
contracting beams of light
that turn into one-pointed
streams of uttered ecstasy.

Liquidly, we feel our way
into creative cells of flesh;
intermeshing dark and night
in plays of light fantastically arrayed,
that sink with me to learn again
how flesh was meant to fly
beyond the lullabies
of sleepy dreams
making all we say and do
become a dream come true . . .


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