game of souls
his exhausted form spent wasted
half buried in hot sand bed
being baked spreads his scent
with love in his heart he seeks refuge
she awakes from a restless slumber
spent in making undone done furtively
her eyes open with yawn in her veins
bottom of the sea with green light filters
through a thousand opaque layers of mirrors
his moans of longing met her ears
startled! she forgets to put her cloak
with her flippers taking long listless leaps
she lands on baked shores
to find his handsome form
face turned crimson
luscious lips asking for hers
eyes twinkling with mischief
chest warm manly charm
waiting for her head to rest
long arms stretched in wait
scent of his amorous breath
painting in air a rainbow of lust
gradually she sits by him
takes the brush in her hands
with the swish of her wish
pulls the skies on their bare heads
earth ploughs itself softer
then they all play together
the game of universe
game of origin
hop scotch that souls play
in unison they rejuvenate
first arrivals on this holy land
owned by all
run by all.
