Black Dash Crown on the Lion's Tail: Love Songs from the Previous Millennium Vol. I

Written like wild horses
bounding into forest, plains,
the green shrubbery vibrating
until only rustling remains.
Capturing the expanse of seas
contained in pearls,
striving to reach until whatever limit stops the advance,
unknown in consciousness, arises.
Pausing to breathe, but who thinks about the mechanics as labor advances,
envelopes the limbs and
meanings, formed amongst the soft crevices of invading waves,
the entropic lip of the swell puckers,
drawing our intent towards Your lover's cleavage,
enticing words to dance as stars shiver
blanketed in Your kisses.