Spiral locks pulled back into a grown expose
heavens touch.  While voices from within you as
ancient as the Word; sing, dance, and make love
hearing your rhythm I fall inside releasing my
nocturnal self through sound and meter

Sensual timbres unearthed; not by
might or carnal force but by the
intimacies revealed from your words.  Words full with
tiny remembrances of lives never lived and
mouthed by lips anointed in fire.