It is always

like morning rises against

the essence of night,

I'm breathless in Your eyes

Your arms, Your touch;

the amber, violet, whites and reds

strewn majestically in battle:

the wild forest of darkness

succumbing to effervescence from

between two lungs.

The sunderings well my eyes

as the salve of ardor

lilts softly, gently

freely

like breath in the pines.

We sway in the words:

rocking on the ties of

linkages between the trees.

You illuminate my shadows

--sublime--

the tears I hold,

of hearts, of exuberance, of fear,

cry joy and love and

Nirvana

every second with

without

You!

I breathe to feel

an emptiness filled,

the emptiness You fill

whenever thoughts travel to You.

It is always