Feeling Oasis

I love the way it feels

No clickin’ heels

I’m goin’ home

To the boundaries of my baby

To her land

I want to roam

To her valleys and her hills

And her sun and shaded caves

To drink of wine that flows there

Through the crevices in waves

And purple be my heart

Bruising with delight

How I’ve taken to her flowers

Those that bloom by night

I love the way it tastes

Candy candid secrets

Woven words of lace

Ambrosial nectar sweetness

There’s a place on edge of mountains

The fruits grow deep red

From hips to smooth arched feet

“And in between,” she said.

So much that clears my mind

Is in origin just yours

The bristly grasses knee high

Level out to shortly shorn

Delay my progress south

Then again the path is worn…

No compass love, could guide me

To a place I know so well

Nothing quenches thirst

Like that crystal sugar swell

That spews from turquoise rocks

And I am one in heaven’s shower

And all but my heart stops

And all this in one hour

Eros painted pictures

And cinched them to your canvas

Crawl down in with me

To me and you and this

We’ll leave only fragrance

For all your going spells

The wild fire in your eyes

Says you’ll be coming just as well

Touching common, frequent

Time we don’t have, we spent

What matters this far from real?

But what it seems.

And how it feels.