Riding High

In each stride I lose and re-find you
I move with you, I move in balance
I am still. Still with you,
But I run deep.

I open myself to you.
I allow you through me.
You leave no part of me untouched.
You touch my hand with your mouth, as light as a feather
I feel your lips and your tongue in my hand
Up my arm, down my shoulders
And into my soul.

Where do I end and you begin?
Where do you end and I begin?
You raise me. You lift me up.
I am high on you.
We are more than we can be.
In a world of our own making,
You, me and our feelings.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I make much of you
And you make even more of me.

August 2007