Love flow

I whisper your name as in a small prayer
Do not judge me for allowing myself this little happiness
I say in the good night of a new moon
that my life is a mess and all that I do is just another test

The jumping cricket cannot sing as it runs away into the night
nor can the Owl sing her mournful songs to no one in particular
But to everyone who can hear the song and not the pain
for me the look of innocence is a dangerous allure

I hold her sacred in my heart, the one special place in my heart
Of long gone melodies that resonate still in my dreams
I only see her there when she dreams those wicked dreams of me
as she glistens in her darkened bed in the rays of the crescent Moon beams

She looks at me like lust in her virginal eyes
Like her first orgasmic afterglow in a fit of raging love flow
Of the haunting melodic rhythms of seductive demure
I want to take her with me to the other realms when I go

… for she is the one that I have been waiting for
Yes, for when I go, when I am ready to leave this world