Ever So Gently

The droning Piano rings the dinner bell
And all thru the wood, Crow, Meadowlark, Jays, Sparrows, Kestrels, Junkos, Gulls
Swallows, Blackbirds and Finches circumnavigate the pale sky, drawn to the bellows of the sound.

Tides lap inward on shores, wind eases to a standstill, stars shine ever bright while a green hue rises up from lands otherwise pale.

Memory of things gone are present, clear glimspes of reason and recognition as frozen lakes act as looking glasses into a labyrinth of deeper blues.

Here we sit, gifted by the turning of things, not on just any day, but in the chance and the folly of such meanderings, this day this connection here and now.

And finally our incessant talks of past, present and to come cease to move as under the twisted giant spruce trees, our talks turn to lips brushing ever so gently.

Shoulders mingle, bottoms of feet meet, hair drapes from her head over mine, talks turn to lips brushing ever so gently. Her breasts rustle against my flat chest, her back stands staight and tall, and our talks turn to lips brushing ever so gently.

In centers and middles power engines purr and we mingle, our talks turned to lips brushing ever so gently.

The promise of a life, timeless, long and short in the moment, made of edifice, as constant as smoke dancing, all at ease, all at ease, as our talks turn to lips brushing ever so gently.

Whispers ever so faintly, I love you, dear one, dear heart, as the ocean swells and the flying creatures circle higher and higher, until disappeared behind the black veil where the stars dance in your eyes in a promenade of love, devotion, surrender.