Playing with Words (or if I could write a love letter)

Every ripple of an ocean breeze
is perfume opening me up
to the nude heart of life
 
There is fire in my heart
I secretly blush when I ponder
an embrace like the poetry
 
of the universe realized in a cloud
or a moist masculine smile…
masculinity holds such a deep beauty
 
in its sweet sensitivity
the longings of energetic pleasures
to dull life’s intense pressures
 
maybe we sit on the grass under a tree
or dance to piercing, energetic
music that makes god smile
 
or maybe we linger upon waking
 sipping champagne from a cup...
if I could write a love letter…