The echos of love
will unravel your soul.
Let them.

Take me to the fire.
Dance with me
in the spaces between
the flames.
Burn with me, into
the quiet
of everything pure.
Everything.
Perfectly
beautifully
us.
Darling of my soul.
Darling of my soul.
What if
this moment spun into a million sparks
of you and me.
Wrapped around each other’s
bodies and breath,
folded into the heady fabric of
now.
What if
this bliss already exists
because you are
in me,
and I am in you
now.
Not someday.
Now.
What if.
The current fills me
with a sweet, soft love to come.
And he will cradle my heart as I hand it to him.
And he will flow with the waves as I search for the shore.
And I will be me, and he will be him.
The current fills me.
And now I see
us.
Dance with me under the orange tree at midnight.
Sing to me the colours of the morning.
Breathe into me the knowledge of a wise and tender soul.
And love me.
Always and forever love me, until the sun goes down, love me.
And for all the joy that you bring, take my love.
It is yours.
It is ours.
It is always.