Dance Of Love

I ride on your thighs, and I embrace you with my both hands The wind scraps our deep love dance off with the sudden gusts. Our swift flicks it several times, its tip just touching the wet sand. The sky is blue and the leaves of our tree are covered with orange rust. My hands move down your body before reaching your hips. The predation tremor is the early life dance of thrills flounder. Cradling my body in your arms, my lips are warm against your lips. Your thoughts make me shiver as my eyes wander endlessly over. You take steps and make the turn into, and become a part of my dance. An explosion of dawn light and the stirrings of happiness herald. You take me to a loving place, take me higher, and I fall into a trance. I keep the new world in the grain of green having eyes of emerald. You keep close, love whispers in my ear, I fly to the heavens' high While touching me, you dance your lips in many orbital circles. It's a rip in the space-time continuum, and I hear your love sigh. Love makes slain the sentinel, a deity surrounding our corpuscles. Poem by Marieta Maglas