My thinking rounds mazed corners to discover fervent stories of my win.
What tell me lost in whirling,
emotions stream to pearling
senses drink imagination's billows, softer planes luminescent to begin.
I glide in valleys,
go forth in sallies.
Fresh in my fields like flowers,
I sip you, female powers.
I cross paths of fantasies, alabasters, then scarlet panting sweat in heat.
Swallow you in passion peaks swift rising to clouds, brain lavishing sheets.
Charm me resting in your haven,
kiss away the taunting raven.
Blue moonscapes floating whispers in ghosting echoes my names, repeats.
I flow my river,
the currents shiver
my roots, thirsting, find your home.
Doubt, collapsed to keen, I moan.
Daylight suffers in your presence horizon radiance.
I lay captured, nurtured in your world.
Time tapestries taper seeming breath tight gradients.
Your storm swells my being uncurled.
Reason tallies noticed, but unloved,
as red lightning takes me soaring. I am aloft.
� 1999 David P. McClellan
