He strokes my cheek gently,
Him looking into my eyes.
the moon reflecting in his,
"He says",
You are beautiful.
And I smile to shyness,
Loreing my head to teenage coyness.
He tilts my head back,
Then ever so softly.
Our lips are joined.
Our minds entwine.
Then he takes me,
Our passion
Like coloured fire works,
Exploding,
In the nights stary darkened sky.
His dreadlocks falling
on my face.
And I drop deeply into a vast sea.
He reaches down to grab me,
Then I pull him in.
We swim like Mairmaid and Sailor.
Surfacing for air,
We realise,
We have just become one.
In his new age,
Travelling van of love.

5/9/13.