Our Love

Our love is ever a tenacious thing
Together
Our spirits intermingle and fly
Off to a sacred place
Our souls dance with gay abandon
Our thoughts are bright and sharp
Clear as diamonds
Sparkling in an arctic sun
When we sleep our dreams intertwine
And form visions of such promise our hearts burst with joy
And when we love angels sing
The universe is compressed into a
Hot bright burst of white flame
Which pulsates in a frenetic windstorm of sensation
After, when we rest our minds are as one
My nose itches
You scratch yours to give me relief
We are soul mates, nay, soul twins
Your pleasure is my delight
Your fears wake me
With nightmares of catastrophe
My passion is your desire
Your failure, my defeat
Our highs are stellar
Our lows, the ninth hell of Dante’s inferno
We are together always’
Connected by a primordial
String of
Psycho-magnetic energy