Yor-love lifts me
to a higher discipline
beyond the measure of time and space
but for a moment
 we take a journey
 into Yor-fantasy world
 where I love you
 slowly/surely/confidently
 bathe you in warm waters
 and draw you closer to divinity
 nurturing /anointing /blissful elements
 surpassing surreal
 back to the imagined
 rinse you in the potion
 from which the Earth was brought forth 
if only for a moment in time
 we waste not a drop
 less we measure 
the motion of space in between
 the uncontrollable
 rise and fall
 the synchronous beat and pulse
 the inhale /the exhale / and the pause... 
our attraction wades and dives
 like a driving force of nature
 even Obatala's palm wine
 could not cripple Yor-Love
 that flows from the Nile of my heart
 and empties out in my words
 spiritually rooted
 in thoughts and prayers
 that breathe new life 
when you are near 
and principles
 that silence the desolate dam of my yesterdays
 that can no longer be contained cause tonight
our hearts dance together in wild celebration 
with warm sand meshed beneath our feet 
and Caribbean wine fountains dripping from our tongues
 and as the day falls
 behind the smallest hut
 we say a prayer for the living
 and welcome them into a new world