Nik Boyd
She drapes
her shapes
upon my form
and firmness.
Fluid flowing
like a vapor
and wrapped
in rapture,
turned and
tuned to the
One.
One note
vibrant and bright
shining forth
clear and sweet.
She holds me close
and clings to me
like the clouds
that hug the hills
above Novato
in the morning.
Enshrouded in mist
and Mystery,
we dream away
the lazy morning
stillness,
suspended in
loves embrace.
Earthy loins conjoined,
arms and legs enfolded,
fluid energies flowing,
airy breaths respired,
fiery hearts pulsing,
crazy heads merged,
seamless beyond all seeming.