Connection

The golden bond of connection

If there wasn’t a divine link

between your heart and mine

like the roots of the aspen trees

that mesh across thousands of yards

one to the other

How would I know you’re murmuring

my name cuddling pillows

hugging me tight and melting

like a brook of honey flowing over me?

How would I feel

the lingering moon dew of your soft petals

pressed delicate upon the tenderness

of my hushed lips

kneeling above me

as you feed our connection ?

How would I feel

the beauty of your supplicant heart

Or dance my fingers across your form

Without the majestic chords of music

That come from orgasmic song ?