First Sight of LoveT'was once a midnight sunMore Like This
That he had come and gone.
His eyes made of moon-lit waters
And hair the color of midnight flowers.
Meeting him at waterfall's edge,
Our eyes met and Love pierced me,
Like a sharpened blade edge.
Hands woven as one entity
Supple lips met in a slow frenzy.
Limbs tangled without beginning or end
We climb the tower of ecstacy
Till we can no longer comprehend.