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Trike

Fire On The Silk Plain

She glances at me from the corners of her eyes,
‘that’ smile playing softly on the lips I soon will be kissing,
and I know the path this night runs through an inner fire.

We close the door in a dual acceptance, a common need,
and in moments find we are only aware of the other, our world,
and we care not, need not, as we descend to a waiting silken plain.

Your hands are explores, find me, teasing me, touching my very center,
bring flames to race along every nerve, lifting me until I think I must scream,
not sure that I’m not, and caring little either way, giving in return.

I rejoice in your own fire, your own moment of passion’s flame,
and I want to hold you there on the peak until you cry out with me,
a fusion, welding us into one soul in that moment with no resistance.

We touch all of creation, and are touched in return with a soul’s lightening,
we call out in pleasure, and pain, and release, that arcs us across a universe,
and we are shattered by our return to our sweat soaked silken plain.

Like the Phoenix, we slowly, rise from the ashes of our joyous bonfire of Love,
and both need the touch, and the sound, and the strength, of the other in this moment,
for we are only just relearning how we are separate entities after all.