Frantic Beam

When we meet your grip will wildly and caress me I feel you pulsing through me, with your wicked arms burning upward I wait for you imaging, wishing, and dreaming while listening to the silence of the moon Ghosts of spun echoes bruising my mind inside out Drunken circles creek and pool from my fingertips Water pours from my soul, tears of salt from my eyes rush to the sea Hush stillness, I can hear you coming fast At the back of my heels making my heart cascade Weathering soles shadow me by the hour to the unrelenting path of tomorrow Woven hard in a knotted maze Dangling my gate to a freeze Hidden innocence loomed slow, then seized Sweating delight praise the heavens warm glance He is deep in the moment shrouded in a beam