"always but one soul"

Your vulnerable love transcends

Crossing oceans of time

As it whispers to the one it loves

Soon, so very soon

Upon a fragile, fluttering mist

Love descends

Hearing her sighs, it begins

To surround her being, gently

Brushing its desire against her calling

Manifesting itself into her aura

Breathing her skin

Swallowing her very soul

As a cleaving starts, wholeness begins

Her hands become his upon her loins

Breath submits and shallows

As his mental bathing begins

Mind is strong and sees his reflection

Around, beside, beneath

Above and inside her

Caressing her thoughts, undressing her words

Making love to her mind as hands

Make love to her flesh

Her mind, his hands

His mind, her hands

But one soul

Always but one soul

`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova