Sunday, 24 March 2013

One making

You came in the night,
pulsing.
Like a panther in the sun
Haunches raised,
poised above me.
Energy potential.
The touch …
filled by you,
enclosing you,
shouting your name to the heavens,
in glorious ecstasy.


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