there is always a first
falling in love
for then you rise
and learn to love
every cell is ready to receive
every moment of sensous joy
all thoughts of caution flee
and you are fear free
it is a matter of crossing over
from being me to becoming me
its true what other poets wrote
we float, we flow, yes we glow .
love is that feeling which makes
you love yourself too
a slow elixir a witchs brew
it hits you , without a clue
ofcourse it varies in its moods
forms , hues and pace
keeping in rhythm
with your own soul song
my love he warms my dreams
perfumes my breath
wraps my days in a lazy haze
as for my nights
he reigns them
and he owns me
i am his shameless slave ……
