Our Mulberry Love

Our Mulberry Love

We found each other in our mulberry days
when the blood was meant to be cool and sane.
We laughed and talked... grew breathless,
then recognition became ... oh... so plain.
Conversation halted... our eyes met... held... we knew;
we had been given something special... granted only to the few.
Love had come to visit a second time;
life offered us another chance.
Another bite of the sweet red cherry,
another tango in the universal dance.
This time the dance wouldn’t end till both of us were done;
dancing into death and eternity,
forever, on and on and on...