I kiss my Delilah,molten love pours from my soul,igniting her with sweet madness.  I melt her with flattery,as fire does to snow. In wakeful dreams I am not alone. 

Gaze into my fire. As blinkless as a gaze can be. Our first moment,wordless as sleeping lips. Our souls embracedbut not our lips. Glancing at you,glancing at me.  This was a momentbetween our eyes.  And with your eyes,you’ve set my...

That voice which dances amongst the beating chambers of your heartstrings.   The harp's tune, now tickled, notes reach their staff to   descend upon their bass.