Vernal

Your body, a wavelength path to the light in your soul, though there is no boundary between the two. To travel along you, move through your body as though waters caress me head to toe. The heaviness of your body over is as though arms – armies of birds – enclose me in natural flight, wings that carry out a ring of fire, opening inch and inch of skin to a load which is only featheriness. When your body decides to undress me, it's as though all of a secret world's chanting wills to address me. When I mildly respond, caught in the startled newness of your every gesture, it will be either in the spiral of fearing love, or in the ever sweetness of my earnestness. Your body, tied to what is mine, leveled, unravelling, entering the thrill and tender of my soul, now free. No sharp wind or bleak dark could level with the subtly creeping warmth there is deep in your body, sooth bearer of my heart: to spring you into eyes, ears, mouth, full body, full length, full circle.