You speak of adulation, a feather floating
into my palms opened with acceptance
of what your hope chest has to offer.
I don't argue nor agree
but breathe in fumes from your Spirit;
let the lines of intoxication
answer for me through coiled rings.
My heart flutters with intensity, imagining
our collective creativity intertwined
by the intangible, tangible when touched.
Granules of sands, slipping into hourglass
we shaped with fingers overlapped.
Separation popped bubbles blown gently
releasing sounds of sighs
to echo our commitment.
You speak without speech from parted lips
and move me naturally with cohesiveness
when flesh reunites with its second skin
to consummate spiritual matrimony.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Best of luck to you in the contest. 
Jeannie
