TREE OF LIFE
I'm entering your door, and the whole world was left outside.
It's all gone.
Two chairs and you and me.
Our bodies in the bed.
We turned into a tree of life.
Our bodies in the fire of life and the timeless passion that overwhelms us.
As in the Far East, you are my jade wife,
and I'm your circle that closes you.
You are my ticket to the ancient, timeless life temple,
who deep peace is calling,
to lead me with an inner touch,
to the place where our souls are caressing each other.
In the sphere of the tree of life.
We are eternally young,
and every time it gets more intoxicating,
when I love you down the back.
That sweet deep peace on the bottom of the chest.
With your hands, you gently placed it in my soul.
You give me your live juices,
while I'm hovering in the stellar magnetic fields.
Copyright © Maximilian G. Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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