Transcending into us
Was my divinity.
My strong hands
Traveled with such
Sensitivity along the mountain
Where my King resides.
That time of night when
Wizards, old demons, the devil,
And sin could begin to
Impregnate this beauty
Towards duty to the
Unrighteousness of the flesh
There burning, electrically yearning
For your 60 watt bulb of frosted light.
Closed eyes
Live in warm
With our
One up in flight.
There your skin heals my soul
Safe, secure, my favorite role
To please a husband
As a dutiful wife
From that duty
Comes the grace
For all my life.
Two become one
Want to stay in the perfection
All of me for you
Just fills up the
Affection
For your great power here
Hour after hour
To remind me of transcending
To the divinity of us.
