Keep threading softly
through the soulful reaches of my arms
I am lonely without you
I spin on wheels waiting endlessly
for a written word
someone having an affair with words;
hot, freezing
dry and juicy
yet supple on feet turned golden
by words spoken
through the flute
played by an african warrior
strong, proud
claimed to have no gentle side
when caught in my arms
he speaks words that... 
I am swept away in a tide of emotiions
seeing all the paths he has travelled
In ancient times and cyberspace
caught in a web, soft emotions cradle me
yet entangled by sticky lyrics
pouring out from husky brown throats
of sinewy skin, stretching and contracting
proudly standing with humble feet
quick to stride, slide, slipping...
into strong arms of gentle limbs
that hold me in limbo
with words of ...someone 
having an affair with words