Falling Into One

A moment
A flash
A portrait of time in an instant

Sailing across a smooth lake of touch and tenderness, a warmth
usually only felt in the rays of the noon day sun cascades over us

The northen lights pale in our wake, our passion lights the way for
others who would explore, those wanting, needing, to feel the
beginning, the journey, but never to reach the end

Taking us places we have never been, never knew existed,
not knowing or caring if there is a way back

The heavens would part for angels no sooner then for us,
our love has limits unfound, no matter where we search

Even the air seems to push us together,
swirling in our ears with unspoken promises

Nerves fire, charged with the essence of life,
the soft tingle fullfills our soul, a singular union of touch

We fall into a well of senses, our touch, our smell, our taste
whorls around us, we feel, we taste, we breath, falling into one

Dean Williams© 2001

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