An infant sighs against 
a mother's breast, as soft 
as evening 
falls against a sky,  
gentle, as your touch 
on nights like this; 
our bodys fit, our minds 
connect, our souls belong.  
How do I explain the things 
I see in you, the warm
strong rhythm in the 
language of your eyes?  
How do I describe 
the passion of these words 
unsaid, held and given 
in a breath against my
skin?  They transcend 
the spoken voice and I 
would listen to this moment 
in a room of white and 
endless time in its simplicity.
Close your eyes 
and lay with me, and I will 
dream with you.  The petals
close, the petals open  
to a world inside a world, 
to the dream within a dream
until the morning light,
our souls belong.  


22 aug 01
M Madison