Stirring at water's edge,. Cold froth on my twig,. My mind in whirls. Wanders around desire. . May I, can I, or have I too often. Craved miracles?. May I, can I, or have I too often now.
We are each other's hemispheres. . I am fine tuning my soul. To the universal wavelength. No-one is a lover alone. I propose an atom dance. Our hearts are coral reefs in low tide.