Stars twinkle in eternal rhythm
the moon is on the rise
while starlit skies are beckoning
the weary to arise and touch
this light that lives within all flesh
and breathes the air to life

as the scent of wildflowers drifts
in silent symmetry to sift
a touch of gold that grows
within the vast expanse
of sandy shores
within this evermore
of life becoming

Succulent, these hours before the dawn
as sensuous delight
begins to fill a chilly night with warmth
and this rhythm beats
through heart and soul
relieving and reliving
every moment spent in ecstasy

for deity believes
in this flesh we call reality
delighting in each touch
of flesh on flesh . . .

?Michaelette?