You are my approachable sun. Whose heat burns my desire to ashes.

Reviving me as the Phoenix bird. Full of energy and bravado again.

After our love making. When the evening breeze has bathed us in its

scent and cologne. When the moonshine has lifted its tide. When our

oceans meet. When the waves of desire break against us. Right in the

chest. Our faces. Our hearts. Sweet love, you are my approachable point

to nothingness and everything. As a dead arrow lead drawing a

vertical line. In the center. The zero point where everything ceases.

Everything explodes. Everything takes your mind and body you

levitate for two seconds. And you touch God’s index for a micro

second. Sweet love. I love you.

EO