... Ecstasy

If I am muddled he is the clear sky, If I am a gypsy,

he is my caravan. If he a Bedouin, I am the desert, If he

is a train, I am his station, If I am in rain he is my raincoat.

If he hums I whistle, if he is wreath I laurel

If I have red in my heart and green in my head

then he has stars in his soul and moon in his eyes

If he is a cloud I am the rain, If he is slim I plump.

If I am hot ice then he is cold fire, if I am a pilferer

he is the pillager.If I am his shield he is my high tower

If he was in quicksand I was his relief. If he was liquid, I

was metallic. If I was his voice, he was my ventriloquist. If

he my voice, I was his wave. If he is the moon, I his closest star.

If I was in dark he is my guide.If he is my words, I am his Wordsmith

If he is the singer, I am his melody, If he a flowing river, I am a mountain

If I he is a sea of passion, I am his mermaid, his Sprite, his shower of love,

If I am his little fairy he my reason for blushing. He becomes sailor I am ecstatic.

He is a tinge of emotion in the corner of my heart, I am on the brink of a flowing river.

If I am saucy, he is my choke If I am bawdy, he is my silencer, my missile, my marksman.