I sip small
swallows of
his spirit
letting it
seep deep
slowly
thru me
smile as
it slides
down and around
saturating me
he...is sweet
the bitter
salty but a bit
on the slant
of my own sauciness
balancing me solidly
as serenity
is his soul
in a soup with
my sweet dreams
moving me
toward safety
sounding like
angels singing
softly from skies
the look in his eyes
says swim freely
with the security
of my shores
they'll mold however
seems safest for she...
she being me
and my senses
liquid like he
shallow and shivering
but stimulating still
enough room to
just be me
spiritually