the way you made love
so endearing
so complete
like the Mother Goddess
herself
embracing the Earth
encompassing
drawing it in
a fertile renewal
primal fulfillment
truly
archetypal

slow dance
slow dance to the music
lets be gentle
take our time
gather some rhythm
enjoy the sublime

shaping matter
is an easy task
like a hot knive running thru butter
if passion tempers to sincereity
such formations last and last
recreating
themselves upon demand

what god would bless
he first puts thru the fire
so tempered
are we becoming
fine Assyrian steel
a blade with which to cut

our union so blessed
with moments of oasis
so private
so cherished
a return to the garden
to develop an enduring foundation
from which
love may radiate, nourish and grow
"...to spread white rushes"