Hair tassels fall into my eyes, and I hear forever’s tune,
    the sway of breath and skin in nightfall June,
    her heart, my song, tremolo loons
    against warm pale of warm summer moon.
She dances free.
She dances me
    on bed of wind. I softly swoon.

Hands tremble, caress my cheek, and I feel forever’s love,
    brush across my lips with coos like turtle dove.
Her taste— a fire, desire, a touch—
    without restraint, with total trust.
She covers me.
She causes me,
     With rise and fall in rhythm lust…

…and I am found.