Gorgeous Haiku and graphic.
Thank you.
To Lady Bentfeather
Our Lady of the Dragonfly
Oh Yes
Silk soft her breath on me,
like her hands in drifting delight,
and her body a banquet to my sight,
feasting on all it is mine to see.
Like rogue electric currents we touch,
welding our two vital souls into one,
and we raggedly fuse until we're done,
until we sate our hunger as we clutch.
As universes collapse around us, we sigh,
arcing back in total release of reality,
leaving us unaware of our mortality,
as our souls untwine and we slip awry.
Yep, the old T Builder is back!