Can you hear it calling from the centre of my soul
to meet me on suspended wings.

The infinity is only a drop melting from our tongues.

The carnal voices of my desire seeking to kiss you
yet, in the brushing of our lips is not a mere kiss.

This is no kissing of our mouth
but the oozing of love
swimming swiftly from the loins to encounter
that which escapes every silence
climbing the ladders of moans and cries
blending the essence of our beings.