We Are

Your fingertips upon my thighs Radiate my eyes With the light of ancient stars It floods my cranium With the dawn of eruption We are new worlds We are the flame in the first rose We are stallions on seeded fields We are the waters of Niagara We are the mystery in tranquil ponds We are the afterglow of Norwegian sunsets I am soaked in the sweat of your hunger As we feast in fertile gardens I am bare in the dales of spring Deep in your mountains We are the germination Of a plowed land And with daring I lay in your hand