she came to me in the form of starlight
with a promise of passion's paradise
it felt so real, so sweet, so true, so right
then lost and found between dream and memory and yet
it will appear as prophesy in both autobiographical and play
for i do not discuss my intimacies unless a partner seeks vignette
affection or expression or more in words or touches for public display
as long as there is space between us and no permanent one
there is longing for more and hence, the reality expands
through imagination that fuels intense sensual fun
in reality, but then, who truly understands
the difference...
and so i write into the night and stare at stars for in their light i hope and dream for better ways as music plays and better days for love that stays and sways from innocent passion to uninhibited intimacy and a world of people without fear or greed or hate or need beyond love... and so it came to me and it was beautiful and while beyond words, this attempts to paint a glimpse of how it felt and what it was as she came to me like starlight and i see the star again each night and i smile... and then there are the links i add for depth and flavor and tangents and paths to explore and they may be playful distractions, or deliberate obscurity for privacy, or even random chances for expansion of thought and feeling, wisdom and folly, seriousness and irreverence, dark and light, opportunity for communication, for sharing even... and in the end, it is a wonderful exciting and sometimes tremulous circle of longing and fulfillment, wanting and having, hunger and satisfaction, and in the extremes, agony and ecstasy... a wondrous cycle built for two...
as i pondered weak and weary here
a strange glow from within called me to paradise
and she took me there...
