The Lovers

Come upon my shore. Lap at me as the wave.
Feel the warmth of my sun. Walk the oasis of my mind.

Smell the honeyed peach of my satiny skin,
And I’ll dance on your dappled dew.

I’ll tell you secrets but not with words.
I’ll show you special places but only in darkness.

Red is our color, black is our cover.
We’re only lost to everyone else.

In our muted silence we find the meaning.
Our meandering hands are perfectly understood.

Happiness is our laughter, satisfaction our drowsy smiles.
We forget the non-essentials of life, but remember every degree of the other.

And after we part, our thoughts are like two magnets.
They return, ever faithful, to each other’s mind, body, and soul.