The lines of sex
and the sex of lines
create

Drowning in rainbows
rather, pulsating
with life's breath

A dawn escapes
in a dominion of happenings
where divine love is drawing
and ripening
a trans lit sky
that features a spectrum so pure
the evening night dances
in the star light

Passion erupts
and a wandering tide
is brought to a low side
where the moon touches
and caresses like every little strand and grain of land
till all that exists is a voice that cries
which doesn't smile until two are together as one
and intimacy is combined
in a heat
where molecules burn blue and white in twilight

Royal the fire
a misty cloud condenses
into a substance like oil
now only resting and contracting
pleasure flows today and tomorrow
now and forever
in a sphere that encompasses
every past year and time
but the romance is to partake
to eat and drink
from each other
in a paradise
thrilling every fiber
and finding every longing and yearning tear
before, after, and while it dries