I sit in the garden of you,
contentedly inhaling you,
tasting every fragrance,
learning every nuance of the sweetness of you.
I can feel you first swirling around my head,
a scent light and easy and borne on the breeze
until I can take you in.
I can then feel you in my lungs,
filling me with a euphoria
that seems to remove me from myself
just as you begin to flow through my veins.
I can feel the warmth that accompanies you
inside of me, and it feels like heaven.
Emotion heats my soul, carries on
until I am aflame with it.
Makes me something more than I am,
makes me something that enriches you,
something that can be a part of you.
It lifts me and spreads me over you
and then allows me to simply
exist in this bliss,
forever...
~~Fiddler 08/23/2001
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