…you flow to me
A spark in the silence
you fill my blood with fire
with your every touch I blossom
and you visit every petal
opening the glade in me
where butterflies take flight
over and over
you become the tide
that follows each beat of my heart
under me you emerge in each sigh
and with the depth of each
I shiver through you
you have risen under my hands
I paint the water-colour of your canvas
and then here
under your bridge lies my river
like the softness of moonlight
you flow to me
oh how lovely
and how completely you fill me
you embrace me like a torrent
and I submerge in you
at the same time
as you sink sweetly in me
© Ann Bagnall
