You called it in the company of the forest at magic hour of twilight.

Two coyotes danced in the distance just after you quietly sung,
The ruby chi tea was still teasing my tongue.
Funny how I was beneath our feet and you were above in the sky,
Venus and Mars holding the space nearby.
Can I just say the cusp of cheek and mouth is stupendous since you?
Something has started - don’t know what - but it’s an angelic dream of new.
Oh, I’ll gracefully stay…
I’ll stay there where life is like a mound of yearning clay.
Texture
Shape
Stir
Arouse
Be.
Thank you for awakening the hand inside of me.