Are
we there—to capture love, to bond as one? Its flowing
mane,
a tender neck, and ever for legs. Its chi, even karate,
and
taekwondo. I tug to pull, ever for fear, to touch a
subtle
vase. It’s ever us, to pinch a waist, and kiss a navel.
I
wrestle love, and curve thighs, pulling at a calf. We
laugh,
to nibble fruits, and pour syrup. I’m jelly, to mix
with
butter, a subtle blend. I love for daybreak, a word of
portraits,
to challenge a sentence. We bond gently, to move
for
harshly, sitting and vibrating. What for want, a tiny
jaguar,
a baby cougar. I love it warm, to mix and turn, ever
with
love. We bronze a thought, to ponder bodhi,
a felt
grace.
I capture love, and aqua eyes, spent for lightning.
We
passion flame, to churn higher, an all night forest. I
camp
to see, to feel it beat, throbbing in convulsions. The
earth
is small, a ball of snow, to melt in our favor. It was
more,
to sculpt a legacy, to tip a sunrise. We hope to
dream,
a gem for lock, a life of smiles; for love burns, to stir
a
fortress, and peer into magic.
