Listening to music

Is beautiful, birthed in sound

I swim towards you

Cresting the waves,

Unburdened by worry

Come baby, swim with me.


There’s no need to hurry,

This love is vast

Unbroken and untapped,

Pooling adamantine desire

In a cavernous deep.


And on the shore

We will make our love,

Fired by sacredness

The flame will not tire.


With words and the

Ecstasy of touch

we can keep the fleet

beat burning, always.





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