my tender roni

A new loving that lasts as a stone work of old
Singing energy twisting around our two spines
This unknown existence a swirl of spun gold
Joining hearts pumping to the center of time...

Solar bursting soul as a moon that does reflect
Oiliness of our gilded spirits in a twilight sleep
As your magic rite on my mind lest we neglect
Mental brush gentle enough to feel skin deep...

We can spin our light into a weave of the sun
Across our fevered dream as we so often flew
Raze of your inner court reveals the holy son
Drink the honey and wine on our cycled moon...

Summer flight of fancy on a pyramid of sound
We love sensual time and speak of one mind
Running to the top of a monolithic spellbound
Now our two points become one groovie line...