Beats of beatitude

In the clasp of our hands
The snow melted

The stars sparkled bright
In the darkness of our eyes

The lava erupted
From the volcanic heart

And the bee sucked
The nectar of the sunflower

The rivulet surged
Into the subterranean sea

And a thousand dreams
In the mind;

With sealed lips
And the dim light….

The fluttering butterfly
In the stomach

Flickering lashes,
And soothing satin strokes

Goose flesh on the hands
Tickle on the barren land

A whisper in the ear
And a silent scream within

In the murky curls of night
There was a moon
A moon; shining bright!